| Living in the trap’s no joke
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| Stay woke to the lies deceiving you
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| Force-fed radio signals into your brain
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| Covering up the lies, the pain, the shame
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| Cursed from birth playing this game
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| No winners no losers no prizes no fame
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| The only way out is through dealing and hustling
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| Crime is directly proportional to poverty
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| And there’s more to this life than you know
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| Than the drinking the smoking the hoes
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| Throwing all your money in the air
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| And I swear
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| This lavish kinda life ain’t fair
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| No
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| And I know that you’re not feeling this
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| The truth it hurts when you’re living in blissful ignorance
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| Some say there’s truth in music
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| That’s why Top 40 thinks you’re fucking stupid
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| The ones' on the top say life’s one big party
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| I got no invite no R-S-P-C-T
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| No illuminati
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| Fuck that shit chasing phantoms all round
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| And dancing in mansions
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| Made up of my own desires
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| Dreams I’ll acquire through fire
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| Conspire for greatness
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| Working class paradox
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| Roach motel ignorance
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| What happened to free speech?
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| With words covered in bleach
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| The ink is still unseen
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| These kids are still dancing
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| These white dudes are DJ’ing
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| Profiting off of irony |