| When I’m feelin' low I don’t show 'em
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| If I ain’t seen 'em in 10 then I don’t know 'em
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| This my life, this is no poem
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| It’s no discussion, I owe no one
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| Nothing bleedin' over from when I was broken, wasn’t fixed
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| When I was payin' engineers to over-mix
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| Just wanted to stay in the studio with older kids (You know?)
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| Be a soldier, get a task and then attack it
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| And then I start to pass it and serve the rappers in my bracket
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| I admit I wasn’t first in line
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| I took it slow and did my best through the worst of times
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| I don’t waste words so the verse will rhyme
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| I up myself and go to pray, that’s why the church designed
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| Amen, gangsters don’t dance, all they do is this
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| Blueberry yum yum in Amsterdam like Ludacris
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| I’m the type to smoke, not the type to drink
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| Took the day to write, I use the night to think
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| (All of that said)
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| Turn the system up, I’m all in the red
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| Maybe everything is all in my head
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| All of that said
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| Three hours behind on a whole 'nother type a time
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| Where we at?
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| Let’s get it, uh
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| Vision impaired from the shit that I gritted and bared
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| Toting them infrared blicks wit' the kicks and the snares
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| That I clenched for the stares, I don’t flinch or get scared
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| When it’s a hit, I’m prepared, catch a glimpse from the feds
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| Hair trigger on my strig, pull it like a string
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| Got all drugs in every color for the hypes and fiends
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| I dare a nigga on my son to try to knight the king
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| I bet he wake up in the scope of a sniper’s dream
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| I roll the dope up by the beam, mix the sprite with lean
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| Ain’t have to steam clean the kit for my ice to bling
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| Go home with them scony scams, we’ll fry the scene (Cha-ching)
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| Nutso quick to plot and plan, I’m the type to scheme
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| For the love of the riches and diamond rings (Uh-huh)
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| They all big I’s and little U’s, it ain’t no I in team (No I in team)
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| My Chinatown connect, he went up on the price of tea (China)
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| His nose was somethin' like the slate, I had to wipe it clean
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| What else?
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| All of that said
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| Let me hear it back, yo
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| All of that said
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| All of that said
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| All of that said
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| Run that back
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| The, the, the noise is, is scaring me
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| That’s the storms, I gotta run— |