| Protect mines at all time with a passion
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| Tables turn, lessons learned, waves crashing
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| Enough to go around but yet they spare the rations
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| I pray I find some peace of mind before my expiration
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| Been navigatin' through these mazes to my destination
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| The ups and downs, the setbacks
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| They drive you fucking crazy and vacant
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| I let the pressure dissolve
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| Elegant, feel like I’m one with the stars
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| Omnipotent gods, these battles leave unlimited scars
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| So who am I to disagree if I’m wrong?
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| My future lie in my palms, I put my life in the songs
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| Might need a light for them all, I wrote a of
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| I’m not aware but a notion of niggas that put in the work and then they get
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| passed over
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| They left us looking for closure
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| Through press releases and moments
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| It’s hard to see where you going, not on this quest for atonement
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| Can I live, can I fly?
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| I’ve been obsessin' 'bout time, feelin' that pressure
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| It’s prevalent, left to weigh on my mind
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| I know this shit is a game, I see the way it’s designed
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| I know it’s risk and reward, I still do not feel inclined
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| To step outside my character, not just to level up
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| Niggas that sold they soul, they live in debt, they never settled up
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| One of a fuckin' kind, you don’t do justice with comparisons
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| Diamond in the rough, yes I’m the rarest one
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| Protect mines at all time with a passion
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| Tables turn, lessons learned, waves crashing
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| Enough to go around but yet they spare the rations
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| I pray I find some peace of mind before my expiration
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| Been navigatin' through these mazes to my destination
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| The ups and downs, the setbacks
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| They drive you fucking crazy and vacant
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| I’ve been trying to decipher hieroglyphs while hiding in leviathan
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| Belly of the beast what I’m residing in
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| Rolling shit I can’t even pronounce, you not as high as this
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| Tears on my eyelids of black sheep, you can’t silence 'em
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| .44 with a silencer, purchased without a license
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| Mama always told me that the truth has been the fuckin' type to hurt
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| So I laughed in satisfaction when I lie to her
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| I’m broken like shattered glasses, right beside a fuckin' urn
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| My name’s engraved in gold, a razor blade and rope
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| A knife that’s slicing my throat, I wanna do it but won’t
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| My mind’s diverging, it’s kinda concerning
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| My spine’s all kinda hurting from tryna shoulder these burdens (burdens,
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| burdens, burdens, burdens) |