| Young Rebel
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| Living life with no cause
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| Imma
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| Young devil
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| Living life with no laws
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| Imma
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| Trend setter
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| Living life with no flaws
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Who you fucking praying to
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| I’m god
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| (yeah)
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| Young Rebel
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| Living life with no cause
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| Imma
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| Young devil
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| Living life with no laws
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| Imma
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| Trend setter
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| Living life with no flaws
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Who you fucking praying to
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| I’m god
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| (yeah)
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| It’s young Paulished
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| So you know it’s killed
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| Everybody see me popping
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| Now they wanna build
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| Really ya’ll should fucking stop it
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| Cause i’m not appealed
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| I wouldn’t give you fucking bitches
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| Half a dollar bill
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| So if it’s off with the head right
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| You like JF
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| Kill em off dead right
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| Everytime I see you
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| It’s like deer in headlights
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| Hear nor see no evil
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| I’m like Helen
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| Just in real life
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| It took some time
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| Just to realize
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| You can’t run the game
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| While you take five
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| I treat my words like bullets
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| And I take lives
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| Til' I’m buying kaws 4's
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| Like they grape 5's
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| I’m going crazy with this one
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| I’m making everybody
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| Dig their grave
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| With a pitch fork
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| You bitch made
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| Wanna switch games
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| Into this sport
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| Don’t temp me
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| Young diekembe
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| Up on this court
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| You can’t faze
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| Even if you changed
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| Me to piss poor
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| The rents paid
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| Saint laurent jacket
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| A band for it
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| You can’t say
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| That I ain’t handsome
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| And damn gorgeous
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| I’m like a skywalker
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| I would lose my damn hand for it
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| (huh)
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| I guess the references amazing
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| Give me 2 years
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| Bet you wanna get my life
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| And trade it
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| Cause you see me getting famous
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| The clout rising
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| Think I need to put the goggle on
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| Cause i’m outside
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| And the sun rising
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| I think that’s a metaphor for my future
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| Records spinning like propellers
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| Buzz is growing like a tumor
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| Getting bigger everyday
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| But my death coming sooner
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| Give a fuck bout what they say
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| Yea I know It’s only rumors
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| So I let em talk
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| I could just dead em all
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| To set it off
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| Maybe if I did that shit
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| I’m better off
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| Right now I’m the Goa
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| Man I’m just the letter off
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| Got that shit down to a t
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| Like the place you place a ball
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| When playing golf
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| Oh my god
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| Name somebody better than me
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| I’m a god
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| Like i’m on the breakfast club
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| With DJ Envy
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| You should stop
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| If you tryna fake
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| Talk to me friendly
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| Take the Glock
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| Point it to your head
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| And turn you to a memory
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| (BLAOOW)
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| That noise was fucking stupid
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| But…
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| I don’t fucking care
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| Young Rebel
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| Living life with no cause
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| Imma
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| Young devil
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| Living life with no laws
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| Imma
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| Trend setter
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| Living life with no flaws
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Who you fucking praying to
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| I’m god
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| (yeah)
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| Young Rebel
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| Living life with no cause
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| Imma
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| Young devil
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| Living life with no laws
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| Imma
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| Trend setter
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| Living life with no flaws
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Who you fucking praying to
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| I’m god
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| (yeah)
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| I think I been bragging way too much
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| But I’m higher than Aladdin
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| Up on that blue rug
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| Seeing crazy shit happen
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| But I don’t do drugs
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| Man this shit only a habit
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| And it’s still all love
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| Yeah
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| Man
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| I’m going super psycho
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| Cutting people off
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| Like dead weight
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| Boy i’m using lypo
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| Choose the bible
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| Hell if I know
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| What the fuck that mean
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| It’s hard to read
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| IPhone with a crack screen
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| I mean
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| If a book
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| Can like tell me how to live
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| I would preach
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| Every sentence of that shit
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| Into my kids
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| But I don’t
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| Have a daughter
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| And I don’t have a son
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| No offence
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| But I think
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| Every religion is dumb
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| (yeah)
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| Oh my god
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| Can I say that?
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| I said I hate religion
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| Well
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| Let me explain that
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| I don’t really think that there can’t be a god
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| But the things that’s being taught
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| Well
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| People made it up
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| Right?
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| I mean
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| I’m really fucking spiritual
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| But I don’t put a name to that shit
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| It’s a miracle
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| Put the label on
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| And it’s like a box of cereal
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| You just eat it up
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| Til' you sick
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| Of what they feeding you
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| But most people got a tape worm
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| They eat it til' they in the fucking casket
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| Or a grey urn
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| They love the practice
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| Like they shooting baskets
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| With a great form
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| And if they catholic
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| Ask the priest to see
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| If fucking heaven got a place for em |