| Uh, yeah
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| And how the saying go, things change
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| Skinny dude, but the flow is the size of Ving Rhames
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| Pennies from my thoughts add up, I hope you bring change
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| I know these haters ain’t want me to see my wings raise
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| Flowin' shoes polishin', rappers I demolish it
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| I done lost my mind, they needed a psychologist
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| They could care less back when I was still in colleges
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| And now the boy be in London, Theophilus
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| It’s tough tryin' to end up on the paid route
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| The flow is medium rare, now bring a steak out
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| This is my medium, here, see how it plays out
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| They all buggin' me, I gotta pull a Raid out
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| Using it sparingly, forever will they cherish me
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| Before I black out, introduce my moment of clarity
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| I’m not the same, style change
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| But I can leave the game
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| Now I’m right back to my old ways
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| I take life so slow, every minute gotta go
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| Now I’m right back to my old ways
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| We only here for a little
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| So I’m somewhere in the middle
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| And I’m right back to my old ways
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| I’m not the same, style change
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| But I can leave the game
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| Now I’m right back to my old ways
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| Let’s take them back to days when we had no radio plays
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| And we had to change up our ways, cause success brings
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| Difference, tryin' to keep it clean
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| While they litterin', snakes in the grass, they try to slither in
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| The rose that grew from concrete, not witherin'
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| And it’s life so fast, the lights keep flickerin'
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| What goes around comes back, and that’s the karma truth
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| I log onto my closet, that shit is Karmaloop
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| So I get a little fresh
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| My teachers used to hate me, but now I could pass the test
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| Got confidence, subconciousness
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| Makes me overlook all of my many accomplishments
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| But, see I get it like nobody else did
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| I found a deeper meaning, know what sense of self is
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| And I’m a die of old age
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| And stay true I reverted back to my old ways
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| I’m not the same, style change
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| But I can leave the game
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| Now I’m right back to my old ways
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| I take life so slow, every minute gotta go
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| Now I’m right back to my old ways
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| We only here for a little
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| So I’m somewhere in the middle
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| And I’m right back to my old ways
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| I’m not the same, style change
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| But I can leave the game
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| Now I’m right back to my old ways |