| So, so we, so we did it?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Pray for the people
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| I make up the easel first, then paint what I see through
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| The maze, I’m an eagle, spend a day up at the creek
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| We got the same amount of heat too, but they not as regal
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| Crudités not gon' cut it, cut it slight
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| Braids brought out my eyes
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| I saw a light, I was nine
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| Told my nigga Miles we might gon' be aight
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| Guess I was right, twenty-five was a quarter to life
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| I’m on it, I strike, trials
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| Trick knowledge you fond of, I don’t even like
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| The socialite reformed, alone every night
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| Post-performance, dizzy in the corner, boy, it wasn’t nice
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| Learnin' how to get grimy
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| Pick a pole to grab and flip
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| Ho, we gon' shake something now
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| I got some time this year
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| I’ma go ten rounds and dip out, what time is it?
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| Mommy water, shawty blew the fish out
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| Piscean just like my father, still got bones to pick out
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| For now let’s salt the rims and pour a drink out
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| And sip (Mmh) |