| You up when you go far
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| I’m not a, a monster, but a monstar, yeah, yeah
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| You up when you go far
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| I’m not a, a monster, but a monstar, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, they don’t know me, they just hate the way I glisten
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| Clockin' major paper figures
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| Feel like it’s me against the world
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| That’s how this nation made a nigga
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| 'Cause as gang grows weirder
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| Like a vet, I play the middle
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| I can’t compete with them, nigga
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| I gotta save or shake the system
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| 'Cause as lights get dimmer, associates start disappearin'
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| But little do they know they was only parts of bigger pictures
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| It’s a monster in my mirror, it’s a monster in my mirror
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| Them snakes from my past, it’s a monster in my mirror
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| Fast money, good weed
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| Good pussy, good air
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| This the only thing you see
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| This monster wanna be fair
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| I’m sorta goin' off these meds
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| Hoes on my phone wanna be blessed
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| All I want is dome, I don’t wanna build no happy home
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| I don’t wanna be stressed
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| There’s some hoes that need to be wrecked
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| There’s some hoes that need to be blessed
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| There’s some flows that need to be swept
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| When I finish blowin' these checks
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| 'Cause the city filled with niggas from outta town that wanna be next
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| So far now, we’re gonna need checks
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| A hundred rounds, you know we keep that
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| Just know your place, I know some midgets that wanna be Shaq
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| And please be safe, 'cause I know killers that wanna be rappers
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| Okay, fours in the air, threes in the air
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| Might kill a rat and throw cheese everywhere
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| Kingdom Hearts, got keys everywhere
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| And you better give it up or bleed everywhere
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| Salad on my Caesar, that means money on my mind
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| Ain’t it destiny for me to ball without the power lines
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| Over my head, blood shots with the blood clot
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| It’s a murder at the drug spot, and the slug’s hot
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| Green beam or the red dot, bag a red thot
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| Alibi, what I tell cops, me, I see not
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| Wait, what am I becomin'? |
| What have I forsaken?
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| What happened to waitin'? |
| Sick and tired of hatin'
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| Sick and tired of huntin', sick and tired of runnin'
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| Fuck around, you’re done in, morphin' into somethin'
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| Look what you saw me, keep it a hunnid
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| Hunt or be hunted, nobody want it
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| Forever blunted, facin' the chronic
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| Is it iconic? |
| Is it demonic?
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| I gotta look to the Lord to be honest
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| Look at the way that it play on my conscience
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| You up when you go far
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| I’m not a, a monster, but a monstar, yeah, yeah
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| You up when you go far
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| I’m not a, a monster, but a monstar, yeah, yeah
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| You up when you go far
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| I’m not a, a monster, but a monstar, yeah, yeah
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| You up when you go far
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| I’m not a, a monster, but a monstar, yeah, yeah |