| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Young grove
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| Papi chulito, make it look easy like freethrows
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| I’m lost in my thoughts, reality slowly leaves
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| Like leafs from trees when fall is the nearest season
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| Seein' they all fear where I stand, but it’s nothin'
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| I’m used to their weird stares from the years of them frontin'
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| But I switch gears, and grip rears without a sip near, he’s sincere
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| So imagine what would happen if he sip beer
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| An emotional roller coaster go looping for years
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| I never show it in my face but my heart raining tears
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| Waiting for (?) striking but the only time it happens is when I’m in the lab
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| and writing
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| King of flow like Poseidon
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| Still lay besiding with these wack rap gods who should really try retirin'
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| I been through the fire and flames so nothings changing me
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| Unless its me, a recipe the rest of them pest never seen
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| So I never speak, my actions shout louder
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| Got these sweet niggas sour because I’m (?)
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| He’s solely holding his power over the phonies and cowards I encounter every
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| hour
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| Make noise, just tryna get louder
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| So the only time it’s quiet is when I’m in the shower
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| Guess it’s what comes with being dope like the powder
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| So many last hopes who don’t even last a hour
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| So I’m tryna miss the list, take my time and devour
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| Me and the universe been connected like routers
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| Because I know it’s on my indigo, reflect on my outer |