| Yeah, uh-huh!
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| We on some next shit with this
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| Ayo fuck yo' shoebox money
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| We buying whips with crypto-currency right now
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| Uh, yup!
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| Tyler Durden make 'em holler murder
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| Take 'em to the highest point of the earth
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| No need to follow further
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| This shit is universal
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| No time to do rehearsal
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| I never take a break
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| That shit is too commercial
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| I wasn’t raised different
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| I was made different
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| Flow don’t fuck around like it was raised Christian
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| Anti-social with these kids
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| We don’t play with 'em
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| We just keep a small circle and we stay lifted
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| I need monopoly bread
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| Told her if it ain’t sex then it gotta be head
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| Sure you got some candles
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| I prefer the sloppy instead
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| Did my own thing and they preferred to copy instead
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| The money got 'em in a frenzy
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| Probably wanna envy
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| Glass half full, but the bottle’s left empty
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| Maybe I’m a gentleman but I don’t do it gently
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| Backwoods with the Henny
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| Rap good, never trendy
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| Need kush? |
| Got plenty
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| I be off of the fumes
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| In tune with the rhythm
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| Now I’m leavin' the room
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| Let the mood reawaken like I’m out of the tombs
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| Eat shrooms, keep movin', goin' out with a boom
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| For the gold, I be walking every road on the map
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| Get a vibe low key and the flow is relaxed
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| But once the smoke is in the air and we pouring the Jack
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| We like singers turned actors, we don’t know how to act
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| Switch it up, let your bitch pop a bean and a half
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| Got a queen hittin' hash, sippin' lean in the back
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| Bank robbery, we go in and we leave with the cash
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| We just gettin' what we need, see no reason to ask
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| Drugs unlocked doors in my mind where I’d never go
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| Learnin' to acknowledge while acceptin' what I’ll never know
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| Livin' in the moment while we can 'cause you never know
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| Just take the energy you got baby and let it go!
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| I came to spit a sonnet sonically colder than comets
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| Surf a rocket to the moon and can’t nobody stop it
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| I’m hyperbolic, my words curve extra wavy
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| Yo paint a map of the sky, shit you could call me Halley
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| Before that cult shit, just a cloud of smoke
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| When you realize you don’t know shit the quicker you gon' grow
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| Got that van Gogh flow, go crazy on a starry night
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| Ate a couple boomers on my way here and I’m feelin' right
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| Hop up out the whip and say what up to everyone around
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| Met me at a show then you already know how I get down
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| Overdone, say I’m overdue for all these accolades
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| I don’t really think about it
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| I’m just tryna rap and paint
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| Stack a couple bit coins
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| All up on my Nakamoto
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| Chillin' with your lady friend
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| She rockin' an untied kimono
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| Posted up in Acapulco
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| Shout out to the homie smoko
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| Loco at the show hold up, posin' for that family photo
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| (Prob) Man, epiphanies on symphonies
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| Epic epigrams man these words last for centuries
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| The shit’s timeless, scribe it on your tomb
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| Don’t say the sky’s the limit when there’s footprints on the moon
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| Moon walkin' on the sun, sun beamin' I’ma star, star shootin' into space,
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| space shippin' up to Mars, yeah
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| I’m universal, my purpose to pursue
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| This path and give back that’s hows life’s supposed to circle
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| Yo G roll that purple
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| Run that beat back reversal I don’t need no damn rehearsal
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| This is internal eternal life is like a flick
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| Leavin' space for the horns that’s my shit
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| Until we meet again, paint the world with brighter colors
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| Word to the Prob Mob y’all my sisters and my brothers
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| One time for the lovers spread that energy around
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| And keep it all in motion gettin' lost inside my sound
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| Crypto, crypto, cryptocurrency
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| Stack a couple bitcoins
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| Money, money, money, money
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| Hold up on my Nakamoto
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| Hold up on my Nakamoto |