| A small voice in my head
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| A cancer in my subconscious
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| They try to infiltrate my world and poison down my spine
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| But if what they thought mattered
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| If it was meant to save me
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| How could I be walking away from it all right now?
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| My vice is my voice
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| My words are my weapon
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| And I don’t give a fuck about it
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| Uh, love is war, I’m out here killing hoes
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| My mind is Grammy colored
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| I’m a king, quote, unquote
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| My ex made me hate the Fall, I call it vertigo
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| Split a swisher, stitch it together, help me get vertical
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| This the anthem for prayers that go unanswered
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| Pour some Henney out for the pussy that’s unsampled
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| Cause I just need a bitch to do the splits for a nigga
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| God, forgive me, cause I’m talking like a muhfuckin' sinner, nigga
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| Dreaming big and always hoping hard
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| That yacht I’m hopin for got strippers and an open bar
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| And y’all don’t know this but you’re saving my life now
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| Right now, with every word I write down
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| My nigga, this shit gospel if it’s spitten
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| A scripture if it’s written
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| I talk in future tense, that’s just part of having vision
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| Busting through the ceiling like a trap door
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| I’mma make you mad
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| Fuck you think I rap for, nigga, uh
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a
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| I don’t give a fuck about it
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a
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| I don’t give a fuck about it
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| Party every day, party all night
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| Blowing smoke up in the air
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| Yeah, we tryna get right
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| You start a second verse if you bodied the first, hearse
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| Blessed are the beats I fucking speak on, church
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| I played the tables at Caesar’s
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| Ended up a believer
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| I chased success for a minute
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| And now I’m trying to leave her
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| I know this girl who likes to roll a lot
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| She sends me mirror shots
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| It’s perfect, too
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| She let me smash and she ain’t really here a lot
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| Met me at a show and she’s in love because I rap
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| She got a ass, don’t need more reasons than that
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| Got a devil and an angel on my shoulder playing tug of war
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| That’s so much pressure, this is what drugs was invented for
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| I decided that weed is a good habit
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| I make good music, you niggas is all students, huh
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| Say you know that I’m the nigga that it’s time for
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| That’s the kinda talent, recognize it with a blindfold
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| That just illustrates that I am literally beyond folk
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| That’s the point of proving it
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| Fuck you if I’m not dope
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a
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| I don’t give a fuck about it
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a
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| I don’t give a fuck about it
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| Party every day, party all night
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| Blowing smoke up in the air
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| Yeah, we tryna get right
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| I’m just a young nigga with a dollar and a dream
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| Barely got a dollar
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| Just a lighter and some green
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| Most of my best nights are spent forgetting everything I’ve seen
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| I’m just hungry, tryna get it, get it, popping on the scene
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| (I'm just a young nigga)
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| Popping on the scene, nigga, you know what I mean, nigga
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| Tryna give my muhfuckin' vision to the screen
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| I’m just a young nigga
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| I ain’t concerned about your plans
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| I’m staring up at God, I want the money in advance
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| Fuck you, pay me
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| Fuck niggas that hate me
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| Don’t nobody like me, but it ain’t nobody like me
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| You know you living that good life
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| When you pinch yourself and you blink twice
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| And you took too many pills and you just can’t tell if it’s real life
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| End of the day, I’m just a fucking man
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| I’m just a young nigga, I don’t follow a plan
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| I know a lot of these niggas is gon' be dream killers
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| You gotta make it through the pain to be a real nigga
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| Say you know
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a
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| I don’t give a fuck about it
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a
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| I don’t give a fuck about it
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| Party every day, party all night
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| Blowing smoke up in the air
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| Yeah, we tryna get right |