| I been waitin' on this
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| Yeah
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| All of this disorder, no addressin'
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| The crown is broken in pieces, but there's more in my possession
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| There's a whole lot in my possession
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| Who do you really love? |
| Well, that's sure to be in question
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| My Mount Rushmore is me with four different expressions
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| Who's givin' out this much return on investment?
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| After my run, man, how is that even a question?
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| After this summer, man, how is that even a—
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| I've had real Philly niggas try to write my endin'
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| Takin' shots with the goat and talked about shots that we sendin'
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| I've had scuffles with bad boys that wasn't pretendin'
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| I've had too many nights to mention, that's just the beginnin'
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| I'm pretty sure we got a label, I'm still independent
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| I fell back a hundred times when I don't get the credit
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| Seen this movie a hundred times, I know where it's headed
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| Realize someone gotta die when no one'll dead it
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| Niggas gamblin' with they life for some content
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| That's the type of lottery that could get your top picked
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| I am a cream-of-the-crop nigga
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| You niggas pop mollies, my Mali's pop niggas
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| House on both coasts, but I live on the charts
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| I have tea with the stars and I swim with the sharks
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| And I see in the dark, wasn't this cold at the start
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| Think my soul has been marked, there's a hole in my heart
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| Yeah, I was about to— Man, I thought about it
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| It's unsettlin' to talk about it
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| Free all of my niggas that they caught with it
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| R.I.P. |
| my niggas that they caught without it
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| This just the intro, let me not get ahead of myself
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| This is God's plan, young man, you said it yourself
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| Always got a ace up my sleeve for whatever was dealt
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| Daddy got suits like Bernie Mac, he dresses himself
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| I stopped askin' myself and I started feelin' myself
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| Now I gotta deal with all this drama and deal with myself
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| I ain't even have to cut the tie, it severed itself
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| This just the intro, let me not get ahead of myself |