| I don’t ask why they call on me
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| Can’t do no wrong when it’s all on me
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| Armour over my heart full of scars on me
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| Globe in my palm as it falls on me
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| Peace, my brother
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| I need more than a piece my brother
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| If you rolling with me my brother
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| Just know we going pass the peak my brother
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| And I keep my eyes on the prize so I could never see defeat my brother
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| Walking the finest line between a shining knight and royalty my brother
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| I ain’t playing but they see
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| leveled up
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| They fed up, I don’t act like I’m fed enough
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| Hate the game but I’m sure you can bet it’s us
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| Can’t complain but I’m sure you attempted brother ‘fess it up
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| Everything that you estimate’s and underated
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| You could say this the latest of the greats
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| I always keep the statement up to date
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| By the way that I elevate above the ranks
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| On the way with the fleet
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| Take a seat or stay out the reach
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| World is mine I ain’t claiming a piece
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| Throne is mine but I stay on my feet
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| Locked and loaded I pray that you get low
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| If you rolling I pray you don’t get cold
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| Is you ready for war my brother
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| Is you ready for war my brother
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| (Ey, yeah)
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| Don’t ask if you thinking we differ
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| You trash and I’m pick of the litter
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| Imma spend the whole bag I’m still getting richer
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| Really it figures, life’s a bitch but I’m intimate with her
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| Got hunger but I’m skipping a dinner
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| To give ‘em the picture
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| Give the mic gold, then give ’em the silver
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| They ain’t really the winners
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| Long as we still in the mix
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| That’s a real bad look...
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| ... Brother
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| Now I got ’em all shook, brother
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| I ain’t playing by the book, brother
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| They’ll be reading it took brother
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| Soon enough we’ll be understood brother
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| Started doing everything I could
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| Now I’m doing what you can’t, in case you mistook
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| I’m placed with grace but I can’t stay put
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| I’m made to be self-made
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| And make way with the fleet
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| Take a seat or stay out the reach
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| World is mine I ain’t claiming a piece
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| Throne is mine but I stay on my feet
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| Locked and loaded I pray that you get low
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| If you rolling I pray you don’t get cold
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| Is you ready for war my brother
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| Is you ready for war my brother
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| Is you ready for war my brother
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| Is you ready for war my brother
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| Is you ready for war my brother
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| Is you ready for war |