| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Homie, we gotta really holla
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| If you hear me, you need to follow
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| Come and follow the wave
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| And when you see me, just wave
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| Wave at me, and then I wave back
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| I hope you know I see the way you look at me
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| Now, why you lookin' at me like that?
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| You see, our nature is completely different
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| I only see myself around people
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| They always tryna tell us we are the same
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| But no, we’re not equal
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| Homie, we gotta really holla
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| If you hear me, you need to follow
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| Come and follow the wave
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| And when you see me, just wave
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| Rampage, I came a long way
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| I gotta thank God for seein' another day
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| Throughout my struggles and all my life lessons
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| I gotta stay humble, I gotta count my blessin’s
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| I’m puttin' God first in anything I do
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| Greatest in the flesh, let me talk for a few
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| You’re playin' with the fire, there’s somethin' that can never cool
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| Trump tryna put us in cages, I’m droppin' Jews
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| Now this is bad timin', everybody’s confused
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| This is that extension, I heard it on the news
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| They try to kill us dead or keep us as live food
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| They try to feed on niggas like nibblin' cashews
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| «Barbecue Becky,» «Corner Store Caroline,» «Permit Patty»
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| Like, damn, where we draw the line?
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| How 'bout we give you a reason for that police report?
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| Douse 'em in some gasoline, smack 'em with a tiki torch
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| Stomp on their MAGA hats, start doin' the Cabbage Patch
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| Vibranium for your closed feet and cataracts
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| See a real nigga in a real nigga habitat
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| Homie, we gotta really holla
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| If you hear me, you need to follow
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| Come and follow the wave
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| And when you see me, just wave
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| Wave at me, and then I wave back
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| I hope you know I see the way you look at me
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| Now, why you lookin' at me like that?
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| You see, our nature is completely different
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| I only see myself around people
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| They always tryna tell us we are the same
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| But no, we’re not equal
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| Homie, we gotta really holla
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| If you hear me, you need to follow
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| Come and follow the wave
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| And when you see me, just wave
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| Trump said he wanted to be «Great again» (What he say?)
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| But in the same breath, he degraded the Mexican (Fucked up, man)
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| Spanish, Black, anything that’s Mexican (Mhm)
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| We all play hard, but not all of us born to win (Nope)
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| Judge me by my color and the clothes I wear (Fuck)
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| They say «Love is love,» nigga, not around here
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| You niggas on percs, these shorties twerkin' for a purse
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| Rappers these days be thuggin' out a fuckin' skirt (What the fuck)
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| What the fuck, nigga? |
| I accept change (What the)
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| But paintin' your nails? |
| Rappers, I can’t accept strange (Strange)
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| World is twisted, yeah, we all witness (Whoop, yeah)
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| «Mister Generous,» now called the fuckin' «Misses» (Oh, the fuck)
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| To each his own, I stay focused on mine
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| I ain’t got time to waste no fuckin' time (Time)
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| The plot thickens, stop trippin'
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| The doctor told me my heart might stop tickin'
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| Psych, I’m breathin' deeper than I can swim
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| Backflip mode, niggas securin' the win
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| Homie, we gotta really holla
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| If you hear me, you need to follow
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| Come and follow the wave
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| And when you see me, just wave
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| Wave at me, and then I wave back
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| I hope you know I see the way you look at me
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| Now, why you lookin' at me like that?
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| You see, our nature is completely different
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| I only see myself around people
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| They always tryna tell us we are the same
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| But no, we’re not equal
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| Homie, we gotta really holla
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| If you hear me, you need to follow
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| Come and follow the wave
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| And when you see me (Yeah), just wave
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| Look, while most of you niggas is quick to idolize a fool quick
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| I’m only hear to deliver, I’ve idolized the music
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| Let me show you-you some kind of discretion and how you use it
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| Collectively, let’s filter the trash so we don’t abuse it
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| New shit, protrudin' like a pubic
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| Immergin' like I’m a surgeon, see that’s the way we do shit
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| Microscopic glass in my eye analyzin' cancer
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| There’s a chemical imbalance in the music, but I got the answer
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| You have to embrace this lord or master
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| Embrace the God in turn who’s influence is what you’re after
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| See, most of y’all be descendants of the open chapter
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| It’s another school y’all wanna craft, that you’re supposed to master |
| Hehe, laughter
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| Celebratin' the win
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| Walkin' through buildings with swag, get ya low with your brim
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| And your chances are slim, the cameras lookin' at you
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| 'Ttrition, I’m wishin' niggas learn to preserve the value
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| How you? |
| I’m kinda feelin' fine
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| With substance in an abundance, the juice is so divine
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| We scared by the shit, then you died just like your love for swine
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| it all collide with your passion a rhyme
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| But I’m the one who holds the title
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| Describe the science like the Old Testament or the Bible
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| It constantly be poppin' shit off like the cleanest rifle
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| Accomplish greatness 'til they salute us like we was Michael
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| Recycle, in light of my disciples
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| And feed the street with heat 'til people’ll smile delightful
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| I speak these words for niggas that like to singin' at school recitals
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| Just know the flow and swag wavy like the biggest tidal
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| Bridal, I’m married to this shit
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| It don’t matter how dysfunctional that the shit’ll get
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| I’m right on time, shit is punctual how I kill 'em with
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| The antidote to kill a cancer if you’re really sick
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| I spit, go ahead and get 'em God
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| The fact that I’m timeless with how I still control the yard
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| Trust me, I appreciate when rap niggas are spittin' hard
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| Just know who supervise this shit, domestic and abroad
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| Lord, have mercy on a whack one 'cause times are changin' and we probably won’t
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| let you bring it back, son
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| Accordin' to the feds, we the generals, dude, your act’s done
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| We ain’t lettin' y’all do no more, you probably was the last one
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| Damn son, they been foolin' us lately
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| Since Trump fucked up healthcare, the shit been kinda shaky
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| You niggas ain’t doin' your job so now you wanna make me
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| Slit my wrists but I continue to make the devil hate me
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| You will never replace me because I keep it pure
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| I keep the gutter and honest, my shit is sure
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| Meditate like a Buddhist and feel it in your core
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| The King of Cancer Niggas, I got the cure (I got the cure)
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| Homie, we gotta really holla
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| If you hear me, you need to follow
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| Come and follow the wave |