| True indeed, I see you creeping
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| Oh, what else you need to know?
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| Truancy was when I left, when I was needed most
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| Gold noose, I learned to see the ropes
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| I need a spot where I can see the coast
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| Nah, we the light, I keep my demons close
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| Nah, pre the plot, you never seen the ghost
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| Uh, uh, seen the ghost
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| Know four years later, know I got better
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| Praise to my God, that armor all metal
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| Iron sword, know my spirits gon' get on, huh
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| I know my pops guilty 'cause he left 'em
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| I wore his blessings, honorary cloak
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| And sacred Yoruba is what he spoke
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| I pray I say goodbye but know I won’t
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| At best, uh
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| 'Cause if he live, he’d be a vegetable
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| Know he next to go
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| Had to show love, we had grown apart
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| Can’t dwell on what it was
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| Singing from my heart Paloma is a dove
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| Nah, true indeed, you never see the scope
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| Every which way the ouija go
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| Really nothing niggas ain’t seen before
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| True indeed, true indeed, uh
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| True indeed, I see you creeping
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| Oh, what else you need to know?
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| Truancy was when I left, when I was needed most
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| Gold noose, I learned to see the ropes
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| I need a spot where I can see the coast
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| Nah, we the light, I keep my demons close
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| Nah, pre the plot, you never seen the ghost
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| Uh, uh, seen the ghost |