| Running like Bo Jackson, looking for routes, I seem to pass 'em
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| the flow 'cause this style is a classic
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| I revised it for the bastards
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| I am a master, still connected with my passion
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| Longevity, I’m outlasting
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| You could imagine, quantifying all the rations
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| I don’t think that you could fathom
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| Feeling rejuvenated, I breathe life, insight
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| Tell 'em my story, it gotta sound right
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| Shit that I’m giving soundbites
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| Swimming inside of the water with sharks, I’m hitting my mark
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| These motherfuckers are all bark with no bite, all hype
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| Coupla, gotta rewrite
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| Stoking the flame to get the heat high
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| Holding your breath until you deep dive
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| Spitting the real to make 'em revise
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| Let them realize, my potential never had no limits
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| Tell 'em I will stay in the race until it’s finished
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| All the bullshit a nigga gotta diminish, replenish
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| These rhymes never had a disclaimer
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| I’m a lion tamer, living in the jungle
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| You’re an entertainer, you don’t wanna rumble
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| Battle with these skills and you might get humbled
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| Your plans all crumble, your foundation is gonna tumble
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| Rise from the rubble like a phoenix
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| I could set the scene, obscene, I seen it
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| In a different league, nah nigga we ain’t teammates
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| I wanna make a play but they’re waiting on the replay, debate
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| I don’t feel shit, I am numb to the core
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| Dedicated, I am staying the course
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| Motivated by the singular source
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| And I’m back in the gym with the pen like a sport
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| Pray I’m forgiven for all of my sins
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| Did what I had to do to get a Benz
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| I don’t believe in the concept of friends
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| Niggas’ll fold and leave in the end
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| I never break, I’m refusing to bend
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| Tell 'em I’m working from ten to ten
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| Did it before and I’ll do it again
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| Who do I trust, just me
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| Pray I’m forgiven for all of my sins
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| Did what I had to do to get a Benz
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| I don’t believe in the concept of friends
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| Niggas’ll fold and leave in the end
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| I never break, I’m refusing to bend
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| Tell 'em I’m working from ten to ten
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| Did it before and I’ll do it again
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| Who do I trust, just me
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| It really ain’t complicated
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| The way that I adjust to the situation
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| I was tryna live it up, high as a spaceship
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| My mind evasive, my time I refuse to waste it
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| My hotline jammed from the songs I’m making
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| Real deal, you a fraud, I can tell you faking
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| I’m a renaissance man running outta patience
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| I was last but I kept with the pace, I’m up now
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| with past, tryna score the touchdown
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| They really want test my condition
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| And I’m running circles round niggas with the gift again
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| I got top ten drive, my speed, my vibe
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| Don’t believe your ears, don’t believe your eyes
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| Giving into your fears, what a nice surprise
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| I cannot see the red like a fucking sunrise
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| Niggas move backwards, going counter clockwise
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| Go against the tide and go against the grain
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| No we are not the same, I ain’t familiar wit' ya
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| These broad strokes’ll paint a bigger picture
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| Go deep like a motherfucking ditch digger
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| My reach, my speech, these words I teach
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| They fiend, they leach, they feed, they feast
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| They suck you dry then let you leak
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| That’s human nature in it’s purest form
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| Internal battles, I’m forever torn
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| Baptized, I am now reborn
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| You a carbon copy, you another spawn
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| I’m tryna right my wrongs to correct my karma
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| Still half and half like an Arnold Palmer
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| One side is live and one side is calmer
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| Murder this shit, nigga what’s the problem?
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| Pray I’m forgiven for all of my sins
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| Did what I had to do to get a Benz
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| I don’t believe in the concept of friends
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| Niggas’ll fold and leave in the end
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| I never break, I’m refusing to bend
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| Tell 'em I’m working from ten to ten
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| Did it before and I’ll do it again
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| Who do I trust, just me
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| Pray I’m forgiven for all of my sins
|
| Did what I had to do to get a Benz
|
| I don’t believe in the concept of friends
|
| Niggas’ll fold and leave in the end
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| I never break, I’m refusing to bend
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| Tell 'em I’m working from ten to ten
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| Did it before and I’ll do it again
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| Who do I trust, just me |