| Ayy, trust the process
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| More than over, bein' honest
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| I got my monsters
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| We all got demons, fix my posture
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| For every reason
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| I know this talent, this no garbage
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| My city’s tauntin'
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| All-equipped, precise targets
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| How I mean harmless?
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| In a most, most aggressive way
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| God, give us all twenty-four hours, what you do with it may
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| Few tears fallin', I’d be lyin' not to acknowledge
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| Since now, by then college
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| Wonder where the time go
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| Still question the mind space
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| Why the hell ain’t I blow?
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| Not signin' no deals, man
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| Indie 'til the time no
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| I’m findin' a calm, place that don’t involve many
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| Talks with advisors, let those motherfuckers work
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| Shakin' hands with niggas laughin', all behind me, they might smirk
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| It ain’t cool until you snap or end up passin' every mark
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| Man, I’m on stage, memory saved
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| Very respected or a bitch, choose your fate
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| Nah, nah
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| I don’t like the way these niggas lookin' at me (Nah)
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| Marijuana, Hennessey, it keep my niggas happy (All my niggas)
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| We ain’t playin' this at all, I got hitmen at call
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| Boy, you know who we are
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| Double-see 'em, them our demons (Them our demons)
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| 'Cause I feel like it, that’s the reason (That's the reason)
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| Never out in public, baby, you gon' barely see me (Never see me)
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| I’m goin' where you don’t but I’ll be there when you need me (Ayy)
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| Fresh-dressed, clean button up, she’s cuttin' up, no worries
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| Good things only last long if you let them I’m learnin'
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| Ay, running there, pack my luggage
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| Put the scrubs in the oven
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| Carry torches like a champ
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| How I repeatedly am so thorough
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| Look on a map and applied the points
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| Questions I never really considered
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| On a movie set rollin' up joints
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| Ay, some things just man got faith in the process
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| You can’t skip, I
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| Hopped up out the trailer, Danny Brown-like here
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| Opened the bag with fourteen grams of chronic straight where he live
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| Never met the man before, but he was wise as it gets
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| Sittin' back and takin' notes so when we on I’ll admit
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| To detail every right and wrong, pursue every goal in here
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| Apply all game that we learned, Buddah is still in his stance
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| To preach wrong here will recoup, young gorilla, he immac'
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| I keep cannons in the front and (And) |