| Yeah
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| Aw, man
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| Yessir
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| It’s the please don’t be mistaken it now
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| Young niggas we created the sound
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| Y’all niggas recreated the sound
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| I’m tired of watching niggas faking it now
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| When I drop this time I ain’t taking shit down
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| I’m done waiting, yeah, my patience went down
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| This rap game tryna play with me now
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| I’m too cocky, I can’t walk with a frown
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| 60 shows we just running around
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| With Mac Meezy on tour in your town
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| (Long live Mac Miller)
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| Once fresh veggies two touchdown
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| Me and Rockie finna shut shit down
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| My brother from Chi-Town
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| Like Neptunes, they all clones
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| I ain’t nothing like what y’all on
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| I’m like a spokesman for the unknown
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| I’m like a coach for a real rap song
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| I’m getting close, this that one yard zone
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| On my own wave I go
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| I can’t lose faith no more
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| The devil wanna take my soul
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| It’s scars in them lines I wrote
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| My swag, yeah, it can’t be sold
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| I just had to find my gold
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| I been dreaming since like eight years old
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| I always knew that I could make shit grow
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| And we can take shit there
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| Real shit is on the rise, I can feel it in the air
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| But it feel like a mirage, yeah, 'cause it ain’t really there
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| Like they’re getting a massage, all them people in the chair
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| Like they don’t listen
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| Or maybe they don’t know my story or they don’t get it
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| Why they sleeping on the boy like he don’t spit it?
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| It’s like your flow the stock joint and my flow kitted
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| I’m like the one you really want 'cause it’s so different
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| I ain’t fucking with nobody that don’t see my vision
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| I’m God’s son, how you gon' question my religion?
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| She doubted me at first, didn’t think that I could stay committed
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| Just keep it playa, don’t you ever try to play me, nigga
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| I was getting to that bag while you babysit her
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| I fell in love but I just got too complacent with her
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| This rap shit the only thing that ever made me figures
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| They tried to put me in a box, but now I’m coming with it
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| I had to show the world that I ain’t just another nigga
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| I’m 'bout to invest in some stocks this year, I’m coming different
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| On my own wave I go
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| I can’t lose faith no more
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| The devil wanna take my soul
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| It’s scars in them lines I wrote
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| My swag, yeah, it can’t be sold
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| I just had to find my gold
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| I been dreaming since like eight years old
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| I always knew that I could make shit grow
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| And we can take shit there
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| Real shit is on the rise, I can feel it in the air
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| But it feel like a mirage 'cause it ain’t really there
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| Feel like a mirage, yeah, 'cause it ain’t really there
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| Dreaming since like eight years
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| Dreaming since like eight years
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| Dreaming since like eight years old
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| I always—
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| I make hits recording at the trap spot
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| Now I got shit lit like a matchbox
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| Yeah, this that dope shit, I spit that crack rock
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| Been winning so long that I’m past hot
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| Don’t ever let them niggas know your plans 'cause they gon' down it
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| At 18, 200 bands, don’t need no more allowance
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| I hit it out the park once she put me on the mound
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| Mike & Keys on the beat so you know it’s going down
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| So you know it’s going down
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| Yeah, you know it’s going down
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| Yeah, you know it’s going down
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| On my own wave I go
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| I can’t lose faith no more
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| The devil wanna take my soul
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| It’s scars in them lines I wrote
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| My swag, yeah, it can’t be sold
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| I just had to find my gold
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| I been dreaming since like eight years old
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| I always knew that I could make shit grow
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| And we can take shit there
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| Real shit is on the rise, I can feel it in the air
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| But it feel like a mirage 'cause it ain’t really there |