| Yeah
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| From the underground, homie get Bobby’s Tarantino
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| Then I’m Rodrigues and this is a fuckin' double feature
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| Non-believers been prayin' for my collapse
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| But homie I just spent my mother’s fuckin' mortgage on these raps
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| Yeah
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| The crew is small but I’m leadin' the shit like Leonidas
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| Three hundred goons goin' Kubric, call it the ultra violence
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| Don’t need the love but the accolades
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| Homie I know I been grimin', since the days I was burnin' cities and Jedi mind
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| tricks
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| Yeah
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| Don’t bring the scal in to question and stop it
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| These bitchs love me more than dresses when they got some pockets
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| My trajectory movin', we’ll make it nauseous
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| And the game may need a flavor, and your boy got all the sauces
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| But I’ll leave 'em with the szechwan, yes god, line 'em up
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| And know that I’m the best, not signed, yeah I’m 'bout to pop
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| I’m always independent from the label to the truck
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| That’s how we keep it grindin', I don’t ever need to stop
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| Uh!
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| I wrote this verse in the middle row of a dirty van
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| We’ll turn around the country
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| In a couple months, tryna meet the fans
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| I can’t afford a DJ, I keep the set on a single track
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| But I still rock a crowd more than all of your favorite bands
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| The kid is fresh, I’m Benny the Jet and we got flyers
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| You say I’m blessed, I say I’m working hard and tired
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| You talkin' texts, I’m talkin' some comic books and tryna
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| Sneak out of my job and write some verses without getting fired
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| Yeah
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| Push it till you make it, that’s your current state
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| You see it doesn’t matter, the circumstance, you can level up
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| And know emotionally and physically you can make a change
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| As long as you been willin' to do the work and then settle
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| Whoo!
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| Livin' a dream has got me barely sleepin', scared to lose it
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| Maybe I need to take a break and try to seek improvement
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| Holdin' the world between my shoulders but I’m human
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| And tryin' to make it think that I really know what I’m doing
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| Yeah
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| See, you ain’t shit if you never up in the studio
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| And only using clout from your music to fuck some croopy hoes
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| 'Cause I been riskin failure and hoping to find some room to grow
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| I’d rather be some garbage than someone who just recycles flows
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| Psycho mode, love playing music but I don’t like the road
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| I might explode and go watch the flack on the nightly shows
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| I’m twice as cold as Jack and Rose after the wreck outside the boat
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| Tryna float like Marty on hoverboards, when I’m writing
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| Oh!
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| The highest score that you’ve ever seen, it’s an easy challenge
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| I’m Tony Hawk up to rendering in the for balance
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| A modern marvel, no Carol, but you can call me Captain
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| Ekoh and Logic: the feature that needs to happen uh |