| I see a new world with a bleu ocean
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| Some New Hope shit
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| I don’t do what that dude told ‘em
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| Seen the sun and I flew closer
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| If I take a fall
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| I’ll dive right down into that bleu ocean
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| Seen my path and I blew towards it
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| My crew’s for it
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| We don’t do what them dudes told us
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| Seen the sun and we flew closer
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| You can drop me right down
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| And I’ll just float down that bleu ocean
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| Say I’m a stand up guy
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| Stack my grams up high
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| I could die at any minute
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| But I’m staying alive
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| My critics won’t lie
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| Probably won’t say I’m nice
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| But I just give back what I get
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| So be prepared to eat your dish, look
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| Never been one for the fish hooks
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| But you do what you gotta do
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| To mak your wallet look like a big book
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| Not the typ to get your shit took
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| But I stay round some fellas
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| That do whatever not to get booked
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| Bitch, look
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| Stay round me
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| And we’ll get higher than the Alpines
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| Might even meet Bigfoot
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| You know I like to shit talk
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| You know I want my M’s long
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| So stick around long enough
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| And we gon' see a big town
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| Ride round with the top down
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| I ain’t even that high
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| But I won’t lie
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| It’s a lot now
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| My mind stay clouded
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| When I’m riding round
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| My block now
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| I’m thinking bout a lot
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| But I ain’t gon' stop flying
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| Till a muh' fucker get shot down
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| Not now
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| I see a new world with a bleu ocean
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| Some New Hope shit
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| I don’t do what that dude told ‘em
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| Seen the sun and I flew closer
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| If I take a fall
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| I’ll dive right down into that bleu ocean
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| Seen my path and I blew towards it
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| My crew’s for it
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| We don’t do what them dudes told us
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| Seen the sun and we flew closer
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| You can drop me right down
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| And I’ll just float down that bleu ocean
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| Drop me in that water
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| I’ma swim in it
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| Take a bad bitch mouth
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| Then I put kids in it
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| I know I keep it casual
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| But I’m suited up like business
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| I keep the strap on me no velcro
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| Shawty booted up, no Timberlands
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| (No Timberlands)
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| My diamonds wet
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| Hop out the shower
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| With no towel on
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| (No towel)
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| I’m bound to pick up
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| Money calling
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| You get dial tone
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| (Dial tone)
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| I move so shiesty
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| You don’t like it
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| They so envious
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| (So envious)
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| Made that from diamonds
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| They say Godly next to cleanliness
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| Young Tony, man
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| I’m always where the bitches at
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| Waffle House
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| N****s flipping
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| Pull your biscuit back
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| Don’t get pissed
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| That’s how you end up with a shit bag
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| I’m fucking on this bitch
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| Off this Adderall and jet lag
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| Take ‘em off the bench
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| Shooter hit ‘em with a step back
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| You can get right in that ocean
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| Or get left at
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| I walk in the club
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| My diamonds hit
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| I got impact
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| I walk in the club
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| And then hit the drink
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| I kick back
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| He punching the air
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| Still tryna get his shit back
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| I’m mixing up designers
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| You won’t ball
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| But this a mismatch
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| This a mini Draco
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| But I still got the big racks
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| Dark shades on my face
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| So I don’t see you when you look back
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| I see a new world with a bleu ocean
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| Some New Hope shit
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| I don’t do what that dude told ‘em
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| Seen the sun and I flew closer
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| If I take a fall
|
| I’ll dive right down into that bleu ocean
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| Seen my path and I blew towards it
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| My crew’s for it
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| We don’t do what them dudes told us
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| Seen the sun and we flew closer
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| You can drop me right down
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| And I’ll just float down that bleu ocean |