| I became accustomed
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| Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon
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| Bitch don’t rush me
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| Roll enough weed til a nigga don’t function
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| I been in the dungeon
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| Cooking this heat, shit smell like fungus
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| Shit is disgusting, uhh
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| Flows gon' hit like a million punches
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| play it off, I ain’t never take one goddamn day off
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| laid off
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| Had dreams of the cream, won’t fiend like madman
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| Running like a madman, running like a madman
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| Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
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| Running like a madman, running like a madman
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| Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
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| I been tryna maintain through the madness, the average, the dream of the lavish
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| Living like a nigga never had no limitations
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| I was tryna make it to another destination
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| Had to tell them motherfuckers, set they reservations
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| Nigga hot, more ventilation
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| But the temperature is rising up
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| The vision bright, it might blind you but
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| I ain’t never been inclined by much, I’m a diamond bruh
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| Soft silk
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| A cadillac I push it farther than
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| Gods or men, a lane that you never been in
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| Looking timid with your vision, I can tell you pretend
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| A tentative stance, your chance to last, it been
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| Attempt to grasp it all, really beyond them
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| The writing’s been on the wall to read but y’all skim
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| Didn’t attain it overnight my nigga, I been here
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| The, the one that you’re never convincing
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| These flows of no conviction, got a cold addiction
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| I been on a soldiers mission, I’m opposed to the contradictions and the
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| consequences
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| All that shit is non-essential, tell them motherfuckers check the credentials
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| Nigga we ain’t living in suspension, had to fix the Wi-Fi connection
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| Got a nigga feeling resurrected, my god
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| I became accustomed
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| Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon
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| Bitch don’t rush me
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| Roll enough weed til a nigga don’t function
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| I been in the dungeon
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| Cooking this heat, shit smell like fungus
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| Shit is disgusting, uhh
 | 
| Flows gon' hit like a million punches
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| play it off, I ain’t never take one goddamn day off
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| laid off
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| Had dreams of the cream, won’t fiend like
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| Running like a madman, running like a madman
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| Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
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| Running like a madman, running like a madman
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| Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
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| Can’t sell my soul for the fame, brought an umbrella with me for the rain
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| Can’t change for the change, got a little bit of that and I stayed the same
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| I was in the basement, tryna make it happen, I ain’t had no resource
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| Fucked up, hiding like a decoy, I was on a mission like the plan Ghost Recon
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| Dealing with the narcissists, I never worked with the novices
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| I’m tapped into where my conscience is
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| Elevated to a level where you can’t exist
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| Breathe rare air in the seat I sit
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| So what I miss?
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| They lost in the fog, the mist
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| Some monster shit, the sickest in the syndicate
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| The scent of this’ll send 'em on cerebral trips
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| They play the blame game, got your mind playing tricks
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| I gotta maintain, aim shoot, I can’t miss
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| reload, no repetitive shit
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| And I been ahead of the mix
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| Anonymous, I know it is what it is
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| Only so many fucks to give, it’s
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| I became accustomed
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| Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon
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| Bitch don’t rush me
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| Roll enough weed til a nigga don’t function
 | 
| I been in the dungeon
 | 
| Cooking this heat, shit smell like fungus
 | 
| Shit is disgusting, uhh
 | 
| Flows gon' hit like a million punches
 | 
| play it off, I ain’t never take one goddamn day off
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| laid off
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| Had dreams of the cream, won’t fiend like
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| Running like a madman, running like a madman
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| Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up
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| Running like a madman, running like a madman
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| Tryna maintain, tell 'em all keep up |