| White boy with that flow, though
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| Lost shit for this lifestyle
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| Paid dues, and they paid too
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| But I came to, and that light shined
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| That light shone, we get klinked up
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| Black Pais, we tipped up
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| Five deep, like ten cups
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| That’s five for me, and then five for us
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| And I’m all done with that emo
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| I found me, like Nemo
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| I’m Maslow, I’m Pavlov
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| Can’t play me, no keno
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| No repo that intellect
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| Lottery’s so indirect
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| They tax the willing, they hack the willing
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| They smack the willing, I smack them back
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| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air
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| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare
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| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason
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| They’re my hunger
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| They’re my struggle
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| Only thing that I believe in
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| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air
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| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare
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| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason
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| They’re my hunger
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| They’re my struggle
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| Only thing that I believe in
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| And I’m right back to that work though
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| Right back to that whiteboard
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| Right-right back to that work though
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| We have hope that we fight for
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| Right-right back to that work though
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| Right back to that whiteboard
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| Right back to them lab coats
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| We had…
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| We saw too much to not share shit
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| Too much to not ask shit
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| Too much of that real life
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| And that real life can get stale quick
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| My quatrains still help though
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| Four bars like twelve bows
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| Do the math, I’ll save the cash
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| Your therapy is my elbow, uh!
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| Damn right, I advocate
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| Greenest greens; |
| regulate
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| Tax me up and we’ll pack you up
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| The fattest garden you’ve ever seen
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| You bet me high and I’ll raise a Gupta
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| Dr. Sanjay, Mr. Cooper
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| Hanging low, chopping loops
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| Still know people that will seek the truth up
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| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air
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| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare
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| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason
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| They’re my hunger
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| They’re my struggle
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| Only thing that I believe in
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| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air
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| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare
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| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason
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| They’re my hunger
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| They’re my struggle
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| Only thing that I believe in |