| They put me down as the one to watch
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| Haters put me down as the one to stop
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| I can’t even lie, tick all of the boxes
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| Still I’m thinking outside the box
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| You better gimme your mind and let me thoroughly read it
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| That’s food for thought and somebody will feed it
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| I’m too mature for all of these weaklings
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| That’s strength for days and I’m blessed in ways
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| That you can never dream of getting like
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| Still I’m hoping for a better life, gimme 25
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| Years and I’ll be at mega heights
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| That’s a promise right?
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| I promise to always take my advice
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| But I can’t promise
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| That it’ll work for me
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| Simz talk to the younger Simz what would you tell her?
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| Try make a mil 'fore you get a deal
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| See nothing’s impossible long as you keep your head up
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| And when it comes to the points where you’re fed up
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| Take a step back
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| Re-asses where your soul and your head’s at
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| Give 'em you like you sent 'em a press pack
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| In regards to the gifts you should send back
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| They weren’t gifts, they were setbacks
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| This is real shit
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| Never lie in these real tracks
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| I’m too grown for that
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| I’m way too composed for that
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| What would you say
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| To the younger you
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| Would you tell you to be patient
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| Would you say to be true?
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| Sitting here with an empty car
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| Lord knows life’s sobered you up
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| You always end up as yourself
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| The world doesn’t need a mold of anybody else
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| the joint is forever movin'
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| Writin till the wheels fall off, crusin'
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| Got this mad fire in my belly, fumin'
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| Barely hear enough about the music
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| I am not the one you wanna try
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| I am not the message you imply
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| When I was on the come up, I was nine
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| And you was on your arse getting high
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| Now I’m on the spot, ain’t time funny how it flies
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| Peek a boo the industry, got ‘em all surprised
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| I put everybody to bed, nap
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| Your logic thinking ain’t practical
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| I ride the beat, so tactical
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| Simz told me, there’s no regrets
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| I write it down in capitals
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| I live by it, give more
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| Cos when its time to take, I ain’t shy
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| I look space, I pass fly
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| You’re a lost soul in my archive
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| Give it to me
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| I’ve been spitting ever since I could remember
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| Enter a new world, but this ain’t new to me
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| They all choose to be similar to one another
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| That ain’t news to me
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| I’m planning on being here for a long time so you better get use to me
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| Old friends pissed that they can’t get through to me
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| I be setting up a new wave
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| Better thank God you’re seeing a new day
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| Smiley little Simz when I’m seeing new faces
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| Really I just wanna build a couple bouquets
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| Guess that’s how it goes now
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| Guess that’s how it goes down
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| Same shit, different day
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| Space space space in my timezone
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| ‘Till her singin' had us all mind blown
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| Swear that kid is fizake
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| Tryna get shit in place
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| But it’s hard when the time tells you
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| You’re runnin' a little late
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| Hold on, one second Simbi, Oh…
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| Still I’m steady killin killin killin killin
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| Hitting I be higher than the ceiling
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| You can not escape the feelings
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| In the films, man, I must be the villain
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| Sit back, bill it, then collect my winnings
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| Man I must be a G
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| Sorry I don’t dig your energy
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| Planets in the air is all I see
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| If I could talk to the younger me
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| Tell her to keep faith and learn to save what you earn
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| Cos money don’t grow on trees, and that’s a fact
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| Money don’t grow on trees now look at that
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| My soul keeps invincible
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| My history might be mythical
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| Sometimes I find the world so fictional
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| Style’s analog and you’re digital
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| And that’s real shit, improvised
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| You popped up and I minimized
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| My wolf pack won’t compromise
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| When we see cats then it’s dinner time, boy |