| I woke up
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| Put the phone down
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| Put the mic up
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| Said the first thing that came to mind
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| Like I don’t write much
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| That’s a lie, we all know it
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| Making beats, doing it so I could show my people that I’m growing
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| I don’t cry much
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| I love my people when I’m in their presence
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| Nothing like community
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| I don’t lie much
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| And that’s a present
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| Gift
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| I’m unwrapping
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| I’m unlearning
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| Trip
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| Jazz cigarettes
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| I’m never done burning
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| I get the one turning
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| Start a new chapter
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| And that’s a testament
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| A little lesson for the rest of them
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| Running off an old model
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| Trying to get some new results
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| I unfollow
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| A slow flower
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| A go-getter
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| Never been a no-shower
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| Said this verse with my eyes closed
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| And smell the scent through my nose
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| I don’t practice
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| I rehearse it at the live show
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| A young Miles, but what do I know?
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| I don’t know much
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| I go through a lot
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| And I ain’t blowing up the spot
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| To throw it all away, you gotta know what you got
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| A lot of secrets that escaped me
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| Living up to my potential where it takes me
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| We all scared of the top
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| We all scared if we flop
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| We won’t be riding these breakbeats like H-Street
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| I need a lease for the next ten
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| Feel like I’m destined
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| Need a bird as my best friend
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| I buy the book so I could follow the plot
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| It’s not a follow-up to Weather Or Not
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| This its own shit
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| Pistol grip pump with the chrome grip
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| A lot of people tripping
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| I tell 'em don’t slip
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| I tell 'em don’t get shot
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| I tell 'em Freestyle Fellowship, «Bullies Off The Block»
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| The streets are watching and they hot
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| Watch what you say
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| The jealous watch when you drop
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| I don’t know much… |