| Right hand on her thigh
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| Got my left hand on the wheel
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| I don’t know if I should drive
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| Don’t think you know how this feel
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| I know people rob and steal
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| Just to try and have a meal
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| I’m just trying to reach the point
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| Where I do not care about bills
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| I don’t really fuck with pills
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| But I pop them perk o colas
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| And I roll up purple kolas
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| Until I find the perfect focus
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| I just redivide my time
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| Until I find the perfect quotient
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| I just formulate my thoughts
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| And then I put them into motion
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| I’m just rapping in my boxers
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| They just think that I’m obnoxious
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| When a hoe go hit my line
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| Then I just dip and dive and dodge it
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| Look bitch, I am the one
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| This is the start
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| I have just only begun
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| I will take everything
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| I will take all of this
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| I will take everything before I am done
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| They do not see where I’m going
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| They do not care what I am doing
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| Or what I have done
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| I do not live by the sword
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| Try not to live by the sword but I’ll die by the gun
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| Right hand on my nine
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| Got my left hand on the wheel
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| I don’t know if I should drive
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| Don’t think you know how this feel
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| I know people rob and steal
|
| Just to try and have a meal
|
| I’m just trying to reach the point
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| Where I do not care about bills
|
| I don’t really fuck with pills
|
| But I pop them perk o colas
|
| And I roll up purple kolas
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| Until I find the perfect focus
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| I been lost in meditation
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| Giving love instead of hating
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| Making moves instead of waiting
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| I’m not lazy but I’m patient
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| I’m like cocaine laced with acid
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| I’m so focused I can taste it
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| I don’t care bout my placement
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| I will never be complacent
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| While you never leave the basement
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| 'Cause you life is way too static
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| I just broke up out the attic
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| And I’m leaving in a spaceship
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| As long as I’m breathing
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| You better believe it when I say shit
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| 'Cause I wouldn’t lie to you
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| I got my right hand on her thigh
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| Got my left hand on the wheel
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| I don’t know if I should drive
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| Don’t think you know how this feel
|
| I know people rob and steal
|
| Just to try and have a meal
|
| I’m just trying to reach the point
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| Where I do not care about bills
|
| I don’t really fuck with pills
|
| But I pop them perk o colas
|
| And I roll up purple kolas
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| Until I find the perfect focus |