| Traded in my nightmares for visions
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| Realized with my thoughts I could paint these pictures
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| I’m a artist and my art is the reason I’m livin'
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| And I’m a man, got a plan so it’s time to go get it
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| Yeah, partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
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| When I was trapped in California, all I’ve seen is a drought
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| I’m better now, got a better plan to get the cake
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| In the dead of town got a better stand that isn’t fake
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| Hearin' other rappers speak, is it real or vanity?
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| I see reality but is it real or is it sanity?
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| I know the man in me, he stand above me, on my hands and knees
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| Prayin' I’ma make it to the top, the real man is me
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| 'Cause blood sweat and tears is the real net worth
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| While they was lookin' for a deal I was sellin' sweatshirts
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| Some of y’all gon' get hurt when I drop the verses
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| And I swear it’s like a funeral, my beats are put in hearses
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| Sometimes the volatility can get to me, but I ain’t scared
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| When I was 17 writing raps in class he wasn’t there
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| I’m standin' out like some titties now, fuck if I care
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| I’m hangin' out, run the city now, she there if I’m there
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| I ain’t around too much, I’m in the studio
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| Shit, I don’t play no games, these rappers Yu-Gi-Oh
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| Every time I write these tracks it’s like my last time
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| I play these shows like tonight could be my last dime
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| I’m like a drug addict, too kicked-in but one last time
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| I have to come super correct with my last lines
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| I understand man if they gon' give me beef
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| So I’m takin' baseball bats to the track like it’s my pastime
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| Traded in my nightmares for visions
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| Realized with my thoughts I could paint these pictures
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| I’m a artist and my art is the reason I’m livin'
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| And I’m a man, got a plan so it’s time to go get it
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| Partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
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| Trapped in California, all I’ve seen is a drought
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| Partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
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| Partially crazy
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| Uh, I was crazy and I mean it, kicking faces
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| Feel amazing, I believe it, but it’s fate and what I’m seein'
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| What I’m bleedin' on the track, best believe I’m kickin' back
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| 'Cause the demons in my words tell my soul to counteract
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| What I’m feelin', I’m facin' these emotions
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| The mental therapy within my moleskin is potent
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| Broad historical context, my songs here forever
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| Even if you fucking kill me you can’t burn digital letters
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| I’m takin' shots, back to back, got a bullet Bourbon
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| Cap the gradient, drunk drivin' so I pull up swervin'
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| Suicidal thoughts but I don’t really wanna die though
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| Who am I to drop the illest mixtape in a while
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| Without this I got nothin' so I’m lettin' this out
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| I don’t got no job trainin', all I got is the clout
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| And whenever my brain decides to start lettin' me out
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| I’ma go hard to the death 'cause the art’s what I’m about
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| And I don’t even really letch’yall in
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| I guess privacy’s the place I feel comfortable in
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| Just hope you never give up tryin' 'cause for me, I got a destiny
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| And art ain’t just the reason motherfucker, it’s the recipe
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| My lines tighter like I’m bangin' out a virgin
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| Preaching bars to disciples and they hangin' on my sermon
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| I gotta get my word in, I know it takes some time
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| But I’ma always fall back on the power of the rhyme
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| Traded in my nightmares for visions
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| Realized with my thoughts I could paint these pictures
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| I’m a artist and my art is the reason I’m livin'
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| And I’m a man, got a plan so it’s time to go get it
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| Partially crazy in my mind but the genius is out
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| Trapped in California, all I’ve seen is a drought
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| Partially crazy |