| Yea
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| Imma let this shit go for a minute
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| Cause
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| It’s just too beautiful
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| This got me feeling like
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| I’m on top of the world
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| Just
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| Looking at everything
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| Thinking bout everything
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| Yea
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| Should I go?
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| Or should I stay here?
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| The daily thoughts
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| Tryna make it
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| To Vegas
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| See famous lady parts
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| Thats the shit they call raunchy
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| And I just made it art
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| I’m tryna rock the Givenchy
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| And get the latest scarf
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| Well i’m just online
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| Filling out my Wishlist
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| Scrolling through Instagram
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| Fantasizing life with this bitch
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| Well I don’t I mean to offend
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| But they say that’s the term
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| I’ll probably end up in hell
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| Just let my ashes burn
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| Well if I make it to heaven
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| Then that’s a fucking blessing
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| Cause I never learned from a lesson
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| And said fuck the election
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| I should be the damn president
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| Earn my stripes
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| Like a peppermint
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| Being real
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| What I represent
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| Can you feel it in every sentence?
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| And every word?
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| Cause I been working so hard
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| But ain’t get shit I deserve
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| Well that’s life
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| It’s a bitch
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| Hope she got some curves
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| I be hitting her line
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| Everytime
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| Heard she fine
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| They say I got some nerve
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| Well if I ever
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| Be marrying
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| It’d probably be
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| Between Emilia Clarke
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| Or Daenerys Targaryen
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| I got high hopes
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| What I can say
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| Isn’t she perfect?
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| And look at me
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| Young P
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| I don’t seem worthy
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| That’s why i’m working everyday
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| To make it to the surface
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| And I be putting everything
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| Into theses fucking verses
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| Cause when I get the fucking chance
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| Bitch i’m gunna pop
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| And meet the lady of my dreams
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| On the way to the top
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| I swear I feel it coming soon
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| I be praying nightly
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| Until then
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| It’s fuck you
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| I don’t say it lightly
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| Cause I’m the one on the team
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| That never got picked
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| People looking at me everyday
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| Like I am not shit
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| I swear it’s nonsense
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| So I just stack my dollars
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| Until that bitch
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| Is fucking high as shaq
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| In magic offense
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| But I don’t feel like imma
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| Ever make it somedays
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| Like waking up for work
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| Hungover throwing up on Monday
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| I pull my self together
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| Cause I don’t want want no more Sundays
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| I feel as tho i’m getting better
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| Even tho I’m unpaid
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| Yea
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| But I know the pays coming
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| Cause I see people saying nothing
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| And get paid from it
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| And be saying real shit
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| That make the people think
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| So I could blow up any minute
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| You don’t wanna blink
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| Like imma be gone
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| With the wind
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| With these songs
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| Off up in a rarri
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| While you still whipping Nissan
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| I’m winning every race
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| And I ain’t even got my cleats on
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| I’m off to outer space
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| Up in a rocket
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| I’m with Elon
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| I’ll keep it when I got
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| Not like Bari did with Vlone
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| I’m balling like Jabari
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| Parker even tho his knee gone
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| I’m sorry doctor
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| I lost all my patience
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| Imma phenom
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| I feel like I am gracious
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| But thing is taking
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| Is taking eons
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| Eons
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| This thang is taking eons
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| They say that lifes a movie
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| And this thing has taken Liam |