| In this bitch, I never left it
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| Grab some sense or intercept it
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| My shit clean like Chloraseptic
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| Every track is a reflection
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| Score like I’m Boomer Esaison
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| Landline, how I dial in
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| Sink or swim, I’ma dive in
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| Head first in the deep-end
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| Nigga, I done paid the price to live the life I do
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| No damn excuses, chuck the deuces
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| Kept it moving, resolution
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| Lookin' for the restitution
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| Nigga said a lot of bullshit disguised as movements
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| False prophets impede on the weak and hopeless
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| Niggas doing too much, might overdose it
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| Said I been in my own lane, I ain’t even notice
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| Came up from the ground like a Rose or Lotus
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| Gave my heart to this shit like an organ donor
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| Young Wynton Marsalis, I’m a co-composer
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| Seen the writing’s on the wall, yeah the kid is chosen
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| Tell him read between the lines and you might just notice
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| Bet I bounce back
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| Bet I get up
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| Basquiat, the way I paint my pictures
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| Colorful canvas, my shit look vivid
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| All good kings get the throne
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| It’s all perspective, shit, to each his own
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| Bomb like Saddam on an enemy’s home
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| It’s a headshot to the front of your dome
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| It’s a white flag in the war zone
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| Defcon 5, tell 'em «ring the alarm»
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| It’s a drone strike to the shit you love
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| Clear it all out 'til it ain’t no more
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| Uh
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| Hold on
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| Progress takes some time, it might be prolonged
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| Things don’t always work out in your favor
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| Everything, it happens for a reason
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| You best believe it
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| I tell 'em hold on
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| Progress takes some time, it might be prolonged
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| Things don’t always work out in your favor
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| Everything, it happens for a reason
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| You best believe it
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| Yeah, it’s hard to gain the comprehension
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| I’m trying to make 'em understand me
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| I never took the pain for granted
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| They compliments were underhanded
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| Because niggas never walk the same road that I did
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| Niggas never lived the same life that I lived
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| Niggas never gave the same effort I give
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| No, no, no
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| And I did it
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| My way, my way
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| You can see I did it
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| My way, my way, oh
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| They just talk a lot, my God
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| They just selling y’all facades
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| I just wanna slice, can I get a piece?
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| I just want what’s mine, what was left for me
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| Everything and nothing
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| This gluttony I see’s disgusting
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| Shit’s a disease and I don’t trust it
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| ADHD, these niggas flustered
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| No PHD, I diagnose it
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| No silver lining, shit is hopeless
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| That finish line, I hope I see it
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| When it don’t pan out they stop believing
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| Lawd!
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| Hold on
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| Progress takes some time, it might be prolonged
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| Things don’t always work out in your favor
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| Everything, it happens for a reason
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| You best believe it
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| I tell 'em hold on
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| Progress takes some time, it might be prolonged
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| Things don’t always work out in your favor
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| Everything, it happens for a reason
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| You best believe it
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| Hold on
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| Progress takes some time, it might be prolonged
|
| Things don’t always work out in your favor
|
| Everything, it happens for a reason
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| You best believe it
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| I tell 'em hold on
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| Progress takes some time, it might be prolonged
|
| Things don’t always work out in your favor
|
| Everything, it happens for a reason
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| You best believe it
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| Hold on
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| Progress takes some time, it might be prolonged
|
| Things don’t always work out in your favor
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| Everything, it happens for a reason
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| You best believe it
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| I tell 'em |