| Yeah, we always feeling like the outsiders
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| I look around and ain’t a human who could out-drive us
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| We delaying gratification to count fivers
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| Control the brand so they ain’t turn us into sound biters
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| Listen, and what I’ve given up to stand here
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| Would even make Scarface shed a man tear
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| It’d even take Kid Cudi out of rehab
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| Inspire Lil Wayne to get money 'fore he relapse
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| Ay, them dark clouds try to follow
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| But I ain’t bothered, today is a mess, I’ll see you tomorrow
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| On my long game, Gary Vee
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| When the song play, therapy, studying my own plan, hella Cee
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| Nosh, we all we have, dog, we family
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| I got you tattooed on my chest, you the man to me
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| And so we throwing up a deuce to the old ways
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| Love to the old man, onwards, always
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| Hey, wait
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| We on a, different train, going separate ways
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| We tell 'em, do, you
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| Coz we ain’t, feeling the same, something fresh in our veins
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| It’s like, hey, wait
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| We on a, different plane, going separate ways
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| We tell 'em, do, you
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| Coz we just, follow our path, 'til we owning the Raps
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| We on a new vessel and the right direction
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| We goin' separate ways at our discretion
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| We seeing infinite cake without a question
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| There’s no need for an order, we independent, yo
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| The time is now and our ship ain’t goin' down
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| Arrive with a style, got the crowds goin' wild
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| Against the grain, simple as a minute maid
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| You bitter lames been afraid when I get in range
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| Blaat, No way, I’m not finished
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| This a strong-arm muscle, prime time, gonna get it
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| Never mind, y’all forget it, just watch us while we win
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| So you can reminisce with others when we were friends
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| Elevators up, always on that work dude
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| I watch my six, audit my inner circle, uh
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| So get rid of clowns even when it hurts you
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| Coz they will hold you down when you tryina burst through, separate bitch
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| Hey, wait
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| We on a, different train, going separate ways
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| We tell 'em, do, you
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| Coz we ain’t, feeling the same, something fresh in our veins
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| It’s like, hey, wait
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| We on a, different plane, going separate ways
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| We tell 'em, do, you
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| Coz we just, follow our path, 'til we owning the Raps |