| Dig deep like a tapeworm
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| Hear my words and wait your turn
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| Understand, little man
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| I been at it tryna get the upper hand
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| Butter colored rugby with a hint of burgundy
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| I ain’t in a fraternity
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| You finicky, it ain’t concerning me
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| I’m busy being who i wanna be
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| On my time, on my own dime
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| From H-Town to Irvine
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| Like Earth, Wind, and Fire I’m a legacy
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| When I bless the beat
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| Press repeat, overstand all of my demands
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| First, know I came to burst and disperse heat
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| Need no advance
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| Fuck a label, I’m aware and able
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| Been heard all the scams
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| Y’all wanna start a brand
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| I’m here to make music that lasts
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| I don’t tap dance for your LLC to get bands
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| Got it out the mud, gloves still dirty
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| Sweat on my Doc Martens
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| Swear to God, we got a lot
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| We gotta make it, they can take it how they like
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| We got a vibe, don’t keep it quiet
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| We gonna make it, they can take it how they
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| Swear to God, we got a lot
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| We gotta make it, they can take it how they like
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| I swear to God, don’t keep it quiet
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| We gotta make it, they can take it how they
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| Did it all, didn’t do it on my own
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| No one can do it all alone
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| Don’t you diss
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| Don’t dismiss them that’s been witcha
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| And still witcha
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| ‘Cause these days
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| Everybody got an agenda of their own
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| Share a dream with somebody you barely know
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| Let that dream bring y’all together
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| Then that shit can’t be cloned
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| That shit can’t be owned
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| That’s y’all
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| Wish I could ball with you every night
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| ‘Cause you believe in my soul
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| And I believe in all we’ve known
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| Swear to God, we got a lot
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| We gotta make it, they can take it how they like
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| We got a vibe, don’t keep it quiet
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| We gonna make it, they can take it how they
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| Swear to God, we got a lot
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| We gotta make it, they can take it how they like
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| I swear to God, don’t keep it quiet
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| We gotta make it, they can take it how they |