| It’s you, me, him and her
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| Not talkin bout the Jigga track
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| All the work we put in we gonn' get it back
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| Gotta keep the faith now
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| That’s what it takes to carry on, easy to get caught up in the carry on
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| Built a little name now
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| I can check some baggage in
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| I don’t have to chuck up everything in carry on
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| It’s a long way down
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| Could say that I’m conservative, the bottom ain’t something that I’m flirting
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| with
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| Show me what you working with
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| Be clear that the top tier is the only thing that’s pertinent
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| If you don’t look like Lolo Jones hurdling
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| Don’t be surprised if my table is deserted when
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| You try to roll up
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| Just put the dough up
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| They pay to put my name on the wall, this ain’t a throw up
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| So can’t bribe me with liquor you can pour up
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| Name brand clothing or products, I’m fucken grown up
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| Just know my worth, it ain’t that my head blown up
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| They talk about exposure — I’m replyin with «so what?»
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| So come with cheques that’s bustin a student loan up
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| Or place a bet on the odds that I pick the phone up
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| Slim to none, I’m not needing no more of
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| The bullshit they feeding me
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| Got an eating disorder
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| Small talk repeatedly, I proceed to ignore them
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| The thoughts when i hear the beat — I just needa record em
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| Simple as it ever was
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| In an industry as fickle as it ever was
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| But can’t quit it’s probably easier to give up drugs
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| Then throw in the towel on doin some shit you love… and that’s the buzz
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| Off the beaten path, screamin free at last
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| Talkin bout history, when they don’t even see the past
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| On some future shit, hope my people stop worshippin the crucifix
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| And ask what’s the use of it, the truth of it
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| We had our own tales, own stories
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| Before some missionaries round the 1840's told us what it was
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| This is what it is, half sa kiwi bout my culture bout my fucken biz
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| Don’t tell me shit bout what place the holy spirit lives
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| They’re tryna rip off my people in the villages
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| Wish I could trip off the pills they had on 'Limitless'
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| And flip the script, get the pope out here to witness it
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| Feelin magnificent, they say I lack discipline
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| I’m like Quade Cooper, way I kick it’s mad different
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| This is significant, you can’t belittle it
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| Take your best shot like that pic you go on Tinder with
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| I’m not taking your loss, I’m not taking shit from nobody
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| I’m my own boss, grateful it’s no hobby
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| I don’t know God or whoever up there got me
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| This voice that can set it off properly, the tunes that’ll make em come watch me
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| Have em waitin in lobbys, just to get a flick with the boy it still shocks me
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| I’m just a half caste rapper outta South Aucks
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| A fucken comp sci grad sellin out tours
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| Had a little too much time not goin outdoors
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| Listenin to Death Row, 2pac and the Outlawz
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| Thought I was dime a dozen, but they ain’t found more
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| Still comin to grips with how long I’ve held it down for
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| Sheeeit, how long I’ve held the crown for
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| Big fish in a small pond I’ll take out Jaws
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| Apex predator of our shores, a lotta local dudes styles sounding outsourced
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| No wonder why their buzz quiet as a mouse for
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| I’m tryna put on shows worth leaving the house for
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| So you should think before you open up your mouth more
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| Sashimi chef everything that I put out’s raw |