| SESH
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| You ain't slangin stop, I pull up
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| Parking lots, you ain't arranging rocks, I know that
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| You think it's hard cause you've seen it done
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| Slash heard, you're a sponge, never be your own
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| Man, can't you understand how I came in the game?
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| Yeah me neither, no breathin', it's amazing I make
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| My way out the other side of my personal maze
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| I was stuffed for a minute, couldn't feel my legs
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| I had to bounce, back, like the rubber band snap
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| Round the ziplock bag full of money that we stashed
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| In the wall downstairs, that was back in 2010
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| I was just about to leave, no one knew just how to feel
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| But I did, that's why I wait and feel
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| Calm inside cause I am real
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| I am me and you are you
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| Running around tryin' to chase this loot
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| Hop straight back in and then I glist to the finish
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| White noise in the flesh, hair down, never see me
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| I done tried to make it clear, I do not think that they hear me
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| Mic check, 1, 2, Ri-ri-rick in the building
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| Got my hi-vis and my blade look like I'm building
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| On the site with my clipboard, smoking and chilling
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| No hard hat, no whistle, still officially killing
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| Every fucking working brain within a arms length distance
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| You get melted into ashes and I'm casting you to iron
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| Turn you to a blade of mine, so I can use your life in spite
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| I make cash all night, fuck your money and your ice
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| You ain't helping nobody with the shitty words you write
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| Think about it
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| Think about it
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| Think about it
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| Think about it |