| Block it out
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| They tryna channel negativity through you, yeah
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| They mad 'cause you’re doing good
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| So don’t give 'em no energy
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| Come on
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| To artificial entities, I give no energy
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| I move transcendently, to kill is the remedy
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| Every time you striving, they setting out to stain you
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| The ultimate aim of their presence is to drain you
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| Poisoning your dreams, planting doubt in the brain of you
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| To try to make you feel like your goals are unattainable
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| They concentrate on your short-comings and try to surface 'em
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| Then they judge your life like they’re living the perfect one
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| Hypocritical is the only label that fits you
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| They privately slander then smile when they with you
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| They stone you and never have a dollar they can loan you
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| Same ones that crown you, be the ones to dethrone you
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| The way a man or woman can hate on a friend
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| Is the only thing that real people can’t comprehend?
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| Heart’s rusty, I always prove that you can trust me
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| They must be out to persecute me unjustly
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| It hits like a venomous bullet that never miss us
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| They slip in your ear with slick sinister whispers
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| In all that’s a part of it, your spirit’s absorbing it
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| They rob you of ideas and act like they thought of it
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| They take minds and bruise 'em, it’s deep envy that rules them
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| The truth is that energy that you’re giving 'em fuels them
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| So when they have nothing to turn out, they burn out
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| Hater block and got 'em in trans like they was shurned out
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| Hell would you let somebody tell you
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| That you could never excel when everything they ever did fall through?
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| We dwell in positive elements
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| And deposit intelligence and never judge you for past closeted skeletons
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| Hate I don’t need it, I can’t see it or read it
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| You can bring that bacon to me, but I’m not gon' eat it
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| You can beat it, these heathens made it hard to keep achieving
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| To win the ring you gotta start grinding in pre-season
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| But while you’re grinding don’t nag about timing
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| And remember it’s a thin line between venting and whining
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| That’s it, I hope it’s sinking in as I’m spitting it
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| 'Cause if God got something for you who stop you from getting it
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| No energy
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| Don’t give 'em no energy mayne
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| What’s up to my homie Jordan King out there in Alabama?
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| What up Melo, what up Chucky?
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| Big Snip in the building, Re-Up Entertainment
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| Kill the haters, ha |