| High beans everywhere I go
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| Every beat, just put it in the yoke
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| Caught the west coast, move in pocket
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| Flow work like vintage ghosts
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| Scared, 'cause everything came true that I wrote
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| Every misfortune, the pain gloat
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| Every blank page stretch like a moat
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| Every road lead to an old verse, combin' my notes
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| Driveway weed choked, sweet weed smoke
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| Lure police to gingerbread trap houses in deep snow
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| Warned 'em, but whitey always swear he knows
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| So go 'head, my overhead like Heathrow
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| Sense of entitlement is Deebo
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| Spliff placebo, unroll a scroll deep in the stacks
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| Unfold bedroll by train tracks
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| Under bridge like a troll, California cold
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| No need to see when you know in your bones
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| Hit your hand, but I found 'em both, like Cicero in Rome
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| Home is where the hatred is
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| You hate it in the shelter (can't stand it)
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| Moms let you back in
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| Even though we said not to help ya
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| Home is where the hatred is
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| You hate it in the shelter (can't stand it)
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| Moms let you back in
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| Even though we said not to help ya
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| (and now what)
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| Housing court full of black women, black children
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| Fall down wells when CPS canvas the buildin'
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| I move like art model with it
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| Liver spotted old lizard
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| They not even good, they just know where the game glitches
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| You gon' have to prove it’s me in them pictures
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| Vaudevillian, elixirs, intentions, road to the riches
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| Turn to Empire Boulevard, courtyard by Mariott
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| Cooler full of baboon hearts, sutures
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| Still fresh case of rejected human part
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| Or whatever part’s still human that recoil
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| Standin' room only at the viewing
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| Joe Kony still standin' in the ruins
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| When the 'puters stop 'puting
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| The movement stop movin'
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| That’s when the app said to stop shootin'
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| Home is where the basement is
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| Watch 'em all scurry for shelter
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| When that blast wave hit it just might melt ya |