| She says I am trash, but she listens to Tekashi (Damn)
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| Bitch, you lost me (Yeah)
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| Fair weather, wishy-washy
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| She thinks machine washed me (What?)
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| Swear to God, man, her favorite rapper wish he'd cross me (Yeah)
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| I love conflict, got a obnoxious (What?) subconscious (Yeah)
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| I'm afraid to unlock it (Nah)
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| Keep those monsters in the closet
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| I'm what an idiotic ('Otic) savant is (Savant is)
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| But I've been throwin' down gauntlets since that underground Rawkus (Yeah)
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| Where I planted my roots (What? Yeah)
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| That's how I had a whole planet that roots for me
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| As in the group, and no one thinks dark as I think (Nah)
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| So imagine the havoc these black thoughts are to wreak (Tariq)
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| As in Trotter, I keep slaughterin' beats
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| Shout out to Beatminerz and T-Minus
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| But, me, long as I breathe, promise to be honest
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| And wholeheartedly, apologies, Rihanna
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| For that song that leaked, I'm sorry, Ri
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| It wasn't meant to cause you grief
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| Regardless, it was wrong of me, but
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| I be on my own (Yeah), head up in the clouds like Zeus
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| When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?"
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| But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus
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| Swear I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy
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| Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy
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| Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy
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| You could give your whole damn life to the music thing
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| They gon' turn around like they don't love you
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| Yeah, they woke a giant up
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| So when I get back on my feet, don't wonder why in the
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| Fuck is my head in the clouds (Nah)
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| G5 with the stewardess, gettin' head in the clouds (Haha)
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| Mile-high club (Why?), I give a flying fuck (Fly and fuck, no)
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| Punchliner just tryin' to survive in this climate of vaginas (Bitch)
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| Who dyin' to cancel my ass like Aunt Jemima syrup
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| I'm a shit-stirrer, you're a dime-a
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| Dozen, said I couldn't do it
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| Hit Europe, kicked the door in, put a foot through it (Ugh)
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| Like a stirrup (Stirrup)
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| Used to have to sit and watch them bills pile up (Yeah)
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| Now I just sit back and watch them bills pile up (Haha), but
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| I be on my own (Yeah, woo), head up in the clouds like Zeus
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| When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?"
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| But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus
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| Swear I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy
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| Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy
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| Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy
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| You could give your whole damn life to the music thing
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| They gon' turn around—
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| I've seen them come and go
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| I've seen the hugest (Hugest) debuts ('Buts)
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| I've had a great view to see the (See the) game through (Through)
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| And, Drake, they're gonna turn on you (You) one day too (Too)
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| And the more you win, the sooner (Sooner) they do
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| They'll be calling you a trash bin
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| Sayin' that your new one isn't better than your last and
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| Even if it is, once they start to turn their backs
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| They ain't never comin' back in
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| They did it to Chance
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| Next they'll be mentionin' Future in the past tense (Yeah)
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| Or sayin' "Adiós" to Migos
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| I ain't dissin', I'm just tryna keep the shit a C-note (Yeah)
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| Same people been tryna do the shit to me, so
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| I call them people (Peephole)
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| Because they're so easy to see through 'em (See through 'em)
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| But a fighter's all I knew how to be
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| I got the shit beat out of me (Yeah)
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| Tripped and fell and blew out a knee (Pop)
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| Popped it back in and hopped up like, "Fuck it (Fuck it)
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| Best two out of three", yeah
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| Man, I gotta be doin' (What?) somethin' right
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| I got eleven years of sobriety (Yeah)
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| So the only bottom I'ma be hittin' is if it's sodomy
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| Wait, I mean, you would think that somebody handed a saw to me (Sodomy)
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| How I'm choppin' these bars
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| They keep wantin' me to rap responsibly
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| When I'm constantly passin' the buck like the fuckin' Dollar Tree
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| But I'ma always remind you that I came from poverty
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| Black people saved my life, from the Doc and Deshaun
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| And all that we want is racial equality
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| R.I.P. |
| Laquan McDonald, Trayvon, and Breonna
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| Atatiana, Rayshard, and Dominique
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| Eric Garner and Rodney King
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| No, we can't get along 'til these white motherfuckin' cops
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| Who keep murderin' Blacks are off the streets (Off the streets)
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| And, as far as squashin' beef, I'm used to people knockin' me
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| But, just not in my camp
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| And diplomatic as I'm tryna be
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| Last thing I need is Snoop doggin' me
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| Man, Dogg, you was like a (Yeah) damn god to me
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| Nah, not really (Haha)
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| I had "dog" backwards
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| But I'm startin' to think, all these people takin' shots at me
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| Shit, it's no wonder
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| I be on my own, head up in the clouds like Zeus
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| When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?"
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| But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus
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| Swear I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy
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| Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy
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| Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy
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| You could give your whole damn life to the music thing
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| They gon' turn around like they don't love you |