| Chillin' at the crib smoking weed
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| Thinking about the different shit I need
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| Fuck a stupid wish ass, upon a star with your bitch ass
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| A couple people told me I was talented
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| It’s just us against the world now
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| Let’s go on tour, be lords while we’re at war
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| Living more like legends than pedestrians
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| I ain’t got no fuckin' yes men
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| My ideas are met with questions
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| Execution is the destination always
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| Theres always someone better man you’ll learn that on your off days
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| Yes, yessir, no pressure no diamonds
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| I guess I should address the filthy mess that I’m in
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| Stand firm, stand alone, cause everyone’s a paparazzi with a camera phone
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| Am I the only one that’s not concerned with being fucking famous?
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| Ya’ll niggas shameless
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| All they saw was brainpowder
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| Chillin' at a party doing coke starting to think that life’s a joke
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| Money can’t buy you love but no one loves being broke
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| Who got my medicine, my whiskey my alcohol my TH
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| See how much I create an album or a mixtape
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| Pussy Gun was all they asked about
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| White girls come with fatter asses now
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| Thank Black Jesus I’m walkin' down the street seeing kids in my t-shirts
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| My knee jerk reaction is to make some more dope shit
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| I hope I don’t vomit or puke |