| No no, you can’t see me
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| I don’t wanna see them either
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| Better pray I don’t see em'
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| Last time I seen em' was in the spice isle lookin' salty
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| I stepped out with some warm brew in a cold breeze
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| On my way to catch a airplane, go overseas
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| Childhood dreams, looked down from the window seat like
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| Who on the boulevard be spittin' like Ave?
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| I got newborns and dying folks giving me dap
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| I got two arms three legs kickin' these raps
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| All three falling asleep when I listen to cats
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| Always
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| Outta pocket like a grown kangaroo
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| They can’t see me on a cloudy afternoon, Ave
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| You can catch me in some panties near you
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| Or sharing fruits with Akashik on some Mutual I shit
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| We on that other tip till the mothership appears
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| The humble hustle will document the fields
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| We lost some good ones, lost in their ways
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| But through these sounds we will be here always
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| Peace
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| I don’t know what they want from me
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| Can’t you see? |
| I’m giving you everything
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| Mobbin' down my block with a arm full of records
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| Swosh, disintegrated on my Cortez’es
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| In my head I hear the chords from The Message
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| Especially when life is pushing me closer towards the edge is
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| Gotta keep my boat rowing towards the treasures
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| Gotta keep it going for the legends
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| Things is lookin' good as baby girl in them leggings
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| When you gotta do a double take to see it for a few more seconds
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| Always stay in tune with these blessings
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| Even when they in disguise, but I’m like they ain’t gotta hide
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| A nigga stock on the incline
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| And those tryin' to deny, I’m like why the fuck you lyin'?
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| Always
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| Yeah, MED
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| Some real shit going down
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| Look
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| Came up from the bottom like
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| Air bubbles and Sprite, day and nite
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| Live my life the? |
| My click long sided
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| Move ?, move interlude when I rhyme
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| MED outta groove like a diamond 4'5 static for the candid
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| Duvets for the 2 step, music for the grind made me Hugh Hefs
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| Cross planets, more Ex’s than mathematics
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| On good terms of return sex and cooked salmon
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| Champion Sound pounding out the Benz wagon
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| Speedin',? |
| Behind tent leanin'
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| Speakin' of the inner ways
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| See the scheme of waist
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| Meditatin' lightning zage prayin' on better days
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| Lately I don’t trust none
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| Come from age, laying low as customs
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| We gettin' paid, haze cloud is the only shade around
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| And memory of?
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| Will always hold it down for the OX C
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| Sincerely yours MED
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| Bitch nigga |