| Look, get a glimpse of the world through the eyes of a nigga with a better view
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| I’m tellin' you, you could tell me what I never do
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| The point that I was tryin' to prove is that I’m movin' towards it
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| Isolated with the word this shit is self torture
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| Let me vent up on the record I could never force it
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| Nigga spittin' with the flow it’s like a runnin' like a faucet
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| Cold blooded with the content my pen is frosty
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| I could tell you what it is I could tell you what it isn’t
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| The real and the fake nigga I could tell the difference
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| The one’s that really on and the ones just written
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| Niggas posing in the pic with the windows tinted
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| Got a bad bitch with you nigga you lie
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| Couple Backwoods rolled for the woosah
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| Inhale exhale 'bout a few times
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| Find a nigga laid out like a futon
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| So I could make a mean point Chris Duhon
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| Find a nigga on the move like a U-Haul
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| Got an issue with the kid you should move on
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| Niggas Vlade Divac the don’t take charge they just flop
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| This not what you thought it was you confused
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| Wrist locked from the craft gridlock on my pad
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| These thoughts is too fast I might crash and burn out
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| Throwin' stones at my glass house
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| See most us rappers are broke as all hell
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| Y’all failed to realize that but not I
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| Livin' on a prayer with a dollar and a dream
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| The dollar menu’s appealing when you don’t have anything
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| When your pockets are flat your tank is on E
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| Feelin' forsaken I’m thinkin' oh lord not me
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| Not me I need more time (eh), I just need more time (huh)
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| It’s a test of faith the love that I can see
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| To attest that I’ll be all that I can be
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| The belief I feel it grows inside my mind
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| And I speak it to existence every time
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| My attention’s not to take advantage of
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| The extent of what I do is too sublime
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| For the goal is all to try to lead the blind
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| But the goal is all to try to lead the blind
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| Eh, I wanna help I can ease the process
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| Caress your conscious, can I be honest
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| You might get floored I’m more day n night
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| But then I’ll be sure and not undecided
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| Indecisive un-insightful copilot
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| Pass the peace pipe to me and I’ll light it
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| We can speak lightly soft spoken writer
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| Rolled the right flower smoked out your Audi
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| Had to hotbox the temperature of Saudi
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| Floatin' in your seat the feelin' was astounding
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| Countdown begins the liftoff is real
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| I’m down to be me no pretend
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| Or pretentious attempts to change opinions of me
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| Enjoy the sunshine it’s so lovely
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| Everything gon' be okay my nigga trust me
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| Everything gon' be alright my nigga trust me
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| It’s a test of faith the love that I can see
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| To attest that I’ll be all that I can be
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| The belief I feel it grows inside my mind
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| And I speak it to existence every time
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| My attention’s not to take advantage of
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| The extent of what I do is too sublime
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| For the goal is all to try to lead the blind
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| But the goal is all to try to lead the blind |