| Yeah, It’s like everyday I wake up to some new bullshit
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| Somebody got something to say about me, ya
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| Ayo these niggas want to take my spot but you know what I tell them?
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| You know what I tell them?
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| Keep Dreaming niggas
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| Find your own way
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| Don’t worry about taking mine
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| A-yo yo we are going to do it a little something like this
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| Because I just want to inspire y’all for a minute
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| So you can see where I’m coming from
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| Check it
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| Thanks to the snakes who sat in, high grass
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| Or rats in fly trash
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| I can handle curve balls without batting an eyelash
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| Players should focus on their own paper in my class
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| You will find anytime that I’m tested I pass
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| So how can you harm me?
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| When your legacy has no legs, and there’s no arms in your army
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| You hoped I answer when death knocked or when death called
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| You haters can suck a right and left ball, «F» y’all
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| Im from the city of crooks, gritty and nooks and crannies
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| Where you hear they took the panties, pocket books from Grannies
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| Im just a rare breed
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| With the faith the size of a prayer bead
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| Who stepped it up, not knowing where the bottom stair lead
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| Became the best ever at rap now that the bear’s free
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| At an unfair speed I spit something sharp then the air bleed
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| Take the brain inside you head honcho
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| That’s sicker than Griselda Blanco
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| Or OJ in the Bronco
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| Or Eastwood in a poncho off A Fist full of Dollars
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| Rolling with mob ties who can’t resist pulling collars
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| Keep dreaming niggas
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| Yeah, just let me inspire you
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| Pay close attention to my essence
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| It only come every once a millennium
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| A penny from my thoughts may just enrich any city slum
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| Out in the Deep, east of the D, that’s a way though
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| Got a line for the Mason Dickson, a bar for Barbados
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| Y’all wasting diction
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| On fabricated tales laced in fiction
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| Such as cooking up base addiction
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| Dodging case convictions
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| With guns, a Rollie and China White
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| Im just being me, super fly TNT
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| Y’all Napoleon Dynamite
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| Y’all suck at this and know y’all need to stop
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| Probably got some bottle to pop
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| Sitting at the top of your bucket list
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| So we shouldn’t be allowed versing
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| Who disagrees is on smack
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| Like a parent when he child cursing
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| Im wild, and you’re the mild version
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| I quiet a loud person
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| Then inhale a cloud and get lifted like I’m crowd surfing with a falcon
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| Get off them lame guy’s jocks
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| I bury 'em
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| In the same-sized box they put theyself in
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| Keep dreaming niggas, yeah
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| I just want to Inspire you
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| To look from a higher view
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| That’s what I desire to do
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| By pushing this fire through
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| I put cities on the map and make places budge
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| Give you a sentence iller than a racist judge
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| From a case where you can trace his grudge
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| With the same mental plane as Aristotle’s
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| Pushing off different runways than Paris models in Ferragamo’s
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| So I be rising pretty far when I drop this
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| Landing on everybody topless like eyes in a titty bar
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| I’m different, I ain’t only out to see paper
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| Y’all rap, I’m spitting game at mother earth to reshape her
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| And run this planet in Jehovah hand, I hope you overstand
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| You don’t want to see no pause to these bars
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| Think like a sober man
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| The clincher is that my pen push out poison the way a cobra can
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| Biting on a Doberman Pinscher
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| I venture off into to similes
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| Your excuses is useless as photographic memory with dementia
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| Who cares about how you stack chips or when your plaque chips
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| They play your shit
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| Skip tracks, then play mine until the track skips
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| Keep dreaming niggas, yeah
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| I just want to Inspire you
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| To look from a higher view
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| That’s what I desire to do
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| By pushing this fire through
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| (Sounds of walking through puddles)
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| Yo this is uh cloud verse, the second verse
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| It’s like…
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| Every day I walk around with my head down
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| 'Cause I’m afraid that it’s either gon' throw shade
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| Or rain on my parade
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| Or stay close when my plane was delayed
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| For many hours
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| And when my ex was vexed
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| For not giving her any flowers
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| It killed my buzz before I’d had drunk
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| It was just my luck when it snuck in class
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| I thought I had passed
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| But I was flunking senior year
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| It disappear
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| Reappear
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| By it being here I find myself beneath a blue sky
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| I’m never seeing clear
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| The forecast says tomorrow may be sunny
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| Bet money it be like today and the one before last
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| It pops up to basically end my fun
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| It be catching up when I walk or chasing me when I run
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| Even keep me up during bed hours
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| Always seeming to creep inside my dream when asleep to give me lead showers
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| Then I awake to see it laughing up a storm
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| It be there when I perform
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| And my reception isn’t warm
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| It even showed up at my rebuttal, it wasn’t subtle
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| Instead, it poured down on my head and left a puddle
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| All it do is rain rain
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| Rain rain on me
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| So I try to maintain or keep a sane brain
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| Wishing I can leave it all behind
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| On a train, plane, automobile
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| But I ought to know the water gon' spill |