| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
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| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
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| I dream in color and I sleep on a canvas
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| I think we all need each other
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| Empathy, that could be our advantage
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| Bad bitch speak Creole and Spanish
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| She look this way, then I’m likin' my chances
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| Oh, man, why I go on these tangents?
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| Bird’s eye view, this shit panoramic
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| Still fightin' off my paranoia, shit too real, just fired my lawyer
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| Trust issues, I’m needin' to fix it, that could be an empire destroyer
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| You seen what happened to Julius Caesar
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| Stevie Wonder told me, «You are a leader»
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| My girl would forfeit a tennis match to meet my grandmama
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| Man, she truly a keeper (Huh)
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| And I don’t know why these blessings is comin'
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| Rich as hell, won’t stress over nothin'
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| I don’t listen to the public opinion
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| Their portrayal, it is just an assumption
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| And I don’t really know what a nigga been fightin' for, but I’m fightin' for it
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| And every song that I record be savin' lives, I’m type important
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| If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan)
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| And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording)
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| Hold on, uh
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| Baby, that’s the difference
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| From other niggas makin' bad decisions
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| Good music, that attract the business
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| My last album was a fuckin' classic
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| You can listen to that shit from start to finish
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| Got good intentions and my heart relentless
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| Drive a Honda Civic with the windows tinted
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| Plus a Lamb' truck, but that shit was rented
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| Never no pretendin', let’s be transparent
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| I learned that shit from my grandparents
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| I’ve been meditatin', tryna gain clearance
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| But this life shit is incoherent as a bitch
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| Wonder why I’m so darin' with the shits
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| Single mom, no co-parents in this bitch
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| Used to walk to the library for the Wi-Fi
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| It was like four Karens in that bitch
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| But what’s your purpose? |
| What’s your motives?
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| What’s your dreams? |
| What’s your goalses?
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| Are your thoughts pure? |
| Are you focused?
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| This a real nigga diagnosis
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| Are your friends real? |
| Are they bogus?
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| Are they by your side at your lowest?
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| Though I’m not so easily broken
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| But at times, I feel hopeless
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| And I don’t know why these blessings is comin'
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| Rich as hell, won’t stress over nothin'
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| I don’t listen to the public opinion
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| Their portrayal, it is just an assumption
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| And I don’t really know what a nigga been fightin' for, but I’m fightin' for it
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| And every song that I record be savin' lives, I’m type important
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| If I shoot my shot (Mmm, swish, mmm, Michael Jordan)
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| And if I get a lot (It came from the mic recording)
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| Mm, oh-oh-oh
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| Oh, mm-mm
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| Mm-mm
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| Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
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| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah, yeah
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| Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, yeah, yeah |