| I just want my grandmama to see me win
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| Stumbled on top of rocky road where Glocks reload
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| Me and my ego box we throw punches he knock me cold
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| Off my toes and heels, if I was on my feet I wouldn’t have chose the cheap
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| frozen meals and over draft accounts over closing deals
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| My life a cinema I’m just now exposing reels
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| But why would they want me to blow?
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| They know an explosion kills
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| What’s behind enemy lines, they get plenty rewinds
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| Infinity times, infinite infinity signs
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| You got some shit but wait till mine’s drops it’s priceless
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| It can’t caught by a pawn shop
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| You wish we could mind swap
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| This grown man put his destiny in his own hand
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| Dreaming of own land while struggling with his phone plan
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| I’m just trying to pick up on my calling, but eyeballing
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| What it takes to feel like a giant versus the sky falling
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| You bound to fall if you walk before you try crawling
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| The same is not having things in your name looking fly, balling
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| Dear fans, I wrote this around empty beer cans
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| In the mix getting twisted like engineer hands
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| With mere grands and outdated gear brands
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| After every year spends another tear lands
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| I had to disappear, it’s probably something yall don’t wish to hear (wish to
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| hear)
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| I’m just putting you up on game like whispering
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| All in my little sister ear
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| Finding pics inside a unfixed brassiere
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| Cuz on the low
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| I had to stand before a judge, I caught a charge
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| Not a file is at my P.O.'s fingertips like a manicure
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| And it’s more
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| I’m stressed when by far more I’m surely grating
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| Cuz I eat when I’m depressed, I’m so sorry for the wait (wait, wait, wait)
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| Cuz I eat when I’m depressed I’m so sorry for the wait (wait)
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| This had to be the intro
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| Worded…
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| For anyone that’s feeling intro-verted
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| Hey yo, this had to be the intro
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| Worded…
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| Out for anyone feeling intro-verted |