| My vision is large, feel like the head nigga in charge
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| Got a mentality, to stand the test of time attained ability
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| The goal is that they listen and learn and not try to mirror me
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| But everything ain’t always as it seems, can’t trust appearances
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| Meaning you pick and choose what you show to public witnesses
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| People so quick to judge as if they don’t know what forgiveness is
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| I learned the bad habits that’s passed down through my lineage
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| My dad smoked 20 some odd years, picked up the lighter myself
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| Been hooked ever since, ain’t looked back once
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| Cigars filled up with potent flower, packing a punch
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| I take a hit and start the sprint on this marathon run
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| They feel this shit deep in they heart like a shot from a gun
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| Our future bright, we heating up, our temperature is the sun
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| We went through hell to get to heaven, yeah we living and won
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| But stacking the funds and filling suitcases with ones
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| Prepare for them rainy days
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| The lost and forgotten ones, we the throwaways
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| I hit the blunt and take a breath, the pain float away
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| I take another hit until it all go away, until it go away
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| Feeling like this chip on my shoulder too big
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| Don’t feel no genuine love from the place that I live
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| Niggas never show support unless convenient for them
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| Misery loves company so they don’t want us to win, damn
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| Can’t be stuck and stagnant, in a mind state of I gotta make it happen
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| Manifesting my reality, this is law of attraction
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| Bringing more than just some phrases you can put inside a caption
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| Audible distraction, these lethal words a call to action
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| Divide the faction of those who’s real and those that’s acting
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| You feel the passion, we energize, revitalize, let your mind imagine
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| Forever we immortalized from these timeless classics
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| Enough rations to feed the masses, teaching master classes
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| Mashing, no gashes, the whiplashing, the big gas
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| With this gift of gab I’m Inspector Gadget, I reach long
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| Sick and tired of hearing the same shit, it’s a re-run
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| Protect yourself at all costs like you signing a pre-nup
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| Prepare for them rainy days
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| The lost and forgotten ones, we the throwaways
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| I hit the blunt and take a breath, the pain float away
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| I take another hit until it all go away, until it go away
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| Feeling like this chip on my shoulder too big
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| Don’t feel no genuine love from the place that I live
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| Niggas never show support unless convenient for them
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| Misery loves company so they don’t want us to win, damn |