| See, I’m a innovator
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| Risk taker, you mistaken
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| With a false scheme and fake sense of security
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| Look, ain’t nobody safe around the boy
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| These games they play, I’m not familiar with
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| My apathy is actually an art
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| There’s not attack and nowhere to be found
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| But when I speak so my speech is profound
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| A precursor to my verbs and pronouns
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| The way that I work with a soulful dope sound
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| I got it myself, no-one I owe now
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| This shit real, I swear would never hold out
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| I’ll explain, it might just take a moment
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| This a work of art without the MoMA
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| Why they sleepin' on us like a coma?
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| Backstabbin' bastards keep plottin'
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| Peace of mind, I need it, who got it?
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| Lord forgive them all, they don’t know, no
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| Don’t understand the natural order
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| Try your best to never get caught up
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| Payin' attention to what they taught us
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| Enjoy the wins and learn from the losses
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| Pray to God that we always prosper
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| Hopefully we never fall off
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| You know, mislead down the wrong path
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| Lord knows, I just wanna live
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| And death, there ain’t no comin' back from that
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| You can have all the money and all the materials
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| I’m just trying to get a cleaner conscience
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| Kind of hard to find what I’ve been looking for
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| But I’m still searchin', tell 'em never more |