| I ain’t like ya’ll, I’m into weird shit
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| I’m in the back getting weird with my weird friends
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| Hugging the bass line, Hopin' you feel this
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| And these rhymes ain’t tight, they are terrorish
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| And that girl’s not white, she’s an anarchist
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| And we float like kites through your turbulence
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| Born our throats slit
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| Self-stitched raised to aim over it
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| Soldier with no king
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| War with the war on me
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| I am more than this world lets me be
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| So I be like a beast
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| Let em bleed
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| Let me see through the fear man
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| I don’t even live here!
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| Self taught
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| Wrong
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| Barrel on no kings y’all come along
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| We never trying to be the best at some bullshit
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| Naw let the rest crawl
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| I’mma get out right now
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| This world’s got a whole lot of locked doors
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| We decided not to live here anymore
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| Find a way to trade tragic for savage
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| We insist on a life less average
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| This world’s got a whole lot of locked doors
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| We decided not to live here anymore
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| Picked though the norm
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| Didn’t fit
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| Didn’t stick to the script
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| Didn’t care
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| We don’t even live here
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| We ain’t like them, we into weird shit
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| Me and my friends disappear when the lights hit
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| Roach wag, same kinda path
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| Stash no crap trying to gag in your Coach bag
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| For laughs, something about your money
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| Trust no rich folks empty out the tummy on your math
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| That’s how I feel about that
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| Back to that good old fashioned class warfare
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| Ain’t enough, and the cash got the young punks
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| Stab any rapper and laugh when he piss blood
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| So human, all flawed
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| Found my world trying to test those odds
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| Best flows chose for the wreck not the rep
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| When the set’s done no one’s up next
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| And no one’s upset
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| And no one holds breath anymore, right?
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| Bolt cutter, box cutter, brick
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| Explore |