| It look like I’m by lonely
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| But Squad right behind me, yea that’s what you don’t see
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| We stay connected, that’s how it’s gon be
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| Even when it’s gettin hectic, you know we stay connected
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| Respect it
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| Word to the angels, that’s folks
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| Ride around connected like spokes
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| High and still connected, tightrope
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| I am not naive, I high beam
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| Shine like Yahweh on a off day
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| Like young Mo' split the high seas
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| In two like a Gemini Pisces
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| I need my wings, 40 acres and a garden full of ripe Eves
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| And a gold throne sittin higher than a pine tree
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| Posted at the gate with the SQUAD
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| We ain’t tryna wait for tomorrow
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| Hand over the plate or your ARM
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| Put it this way:
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| I really wanna say I’m
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| Non violent but a tickin time bomb
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| Look, middle of the night, blood in the sky, eye, eye
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| Lookin at life, seen God cry, human in his eye, eye, eye
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| 451 and the 939 tryna say we all connected and when I see time
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| I could vision out the mission and the crossing lines
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| Like 1 time finds a way to trigger 3 times in a black man spine
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| While he’s reachin for his ID and I’d be lyin if i say I didn’t cry
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| For the young boys and women who I see dyin
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| At the hands of the devil, beg God for peace sign
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| But I see signs in a refugee’s eyes
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| When I look behind and I see the whole fam
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| Shout out all my niggas and the Fabricants
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| Fabricating ways to get the dead out the sand
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| And how we hold a fist with a hole in our hand
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| And how we hold court when we swung, couldn’t stand
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| Tribe or die to survive in the land
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| And that’s how I feel til my last blood spill, Son Mi too real
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| It look like I’m by lonely
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| But Squad right behind me, yea that’s what you don’t see
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| We stay connected, that’s how it’s gon be
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| Even when it’s gettin hectic, you know we stay connected
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| Respect it
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| You know we stay connected
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| You know we stay connected
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| Respect it
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| What I do? |
| Yea cause I
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| Connected for a song, it’s not a game though
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| Gumby niggas always talkin play though
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| Hit me on the horn, I’m no Masego
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| But I got the brass to drop the payload
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| Off the recreation when the bay go
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| Mutant man, BET is cable
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| They be writing raps living lies
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| We be urban legends living fables
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| We be building-blocks, building blocks
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| With the box that we livin out of nigga
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| 'fore you try to pimp a butterfly
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| You better study how to hustle, caterpillar
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| Me and Sky on that Aquemini
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| Double headed, double stinging, kill a demon
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| Multi-winging, fire breathin, high reachin
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| Giving freedom, hi preacher
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| It look like I’m by lonely
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| But Squad right behind me, yea that’s what you don’t see
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| We stay connected, that’s how it’s gon be
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| Even when it’s gettin hectic, you know we stay connected
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| Respect it
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| You know we stay connected
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| You know we stay connected
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| Respect it
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| Never know result when the coin’s gonna flip
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| Me and my fears been joined at the hip
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| Linked ever since I was a boy with a lip
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| And a lisp and a limp but I’m not gonna slip
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| Slick undercover got a grip motherfucker
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| Never quit but I spit on a different level
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| Dip when I wanna disconnect
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| Don’t stay at the discotek
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| Not one sec longer than I feel like staying out cause I’m
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| A grown up now I do not have the time to waste my time
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| And it’s not worth my precious minutes if it’s not sublime
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| It look like I’m by lonely
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| But Squad right behind me, yea that’s what you don’t see
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| We stay connected, that’s how it’s gon be
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| Even when it’s gettin hectic, you know we stay connected
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| Respect it
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| You know we stay connected
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| You know we stay connected
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| Respect it |