| I’ve been thinking ‘bout some conscious observations
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| Nah, but really I’ve been thinking ‘bout you
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| I’ve been thinking ‘bout the cost of my impatience
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| Dawg but really I’ve been thinking ‘bout you
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| My mistake if I get lost in conversation
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| I admit that I’ve been thinking ‘bout you
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| Lies and hatred can get lost in correlation
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| Fuck that shit, that’s why I think about you
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| And this one for my niggas who’ve been at it since a teen
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| Took a stand against the standards
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| Kept advancing then got added to the team
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| Who the fuck said a nigga real ‘cuz he pack a thing
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| Push a pack, pull a bitch
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| Dude was full of shit
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| Trust me I know you’ve been on your heels on legitimate
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| Climbing up this ladder that you forged over instruments
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| Odd enough, the higher that you get you fall
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| Farther than you’ve been before
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| You would walk away without a limp, on some soldier shit
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| I wrote this, taking everything into consideration
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| I see you doubt yourself and everybody in your face
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| ‘Cuz you know that everything you know is probably wrong
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| And you know that ain’t how other mother fuckers take it
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| I know you wasted as you search for motivation
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| Niggas criss cross over on you have you rollerskating
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| Living broke, but you so fixed
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| But don’t trip, you a mutable moon, here goes some beautiful tunes
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| To show that
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| And this one for my niggas who feel down and out
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| Thrown around when you get to speaking on it they like
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| «What the fuck you frowning ‘bout?»
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| As a child you was quiet and you grew into a introvert
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| ‘Cuz everybody lying, that was everybody line
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| So you decide you’d rather be a mute
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| So they treat you like a mutant
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| Even though your two cents
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| Worth more than that Benjamin that niggas swear they keeping
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| If they put it on they kids, the funeral in a week, uh
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| I assume that you’ll see Zion soon
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| And what the Earth has got to offer, God had promised to the meek
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| Raise a fist, go and claim your shit
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| ‘Cuz even though the world is yours, it ain’t nothing in it free
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| Go and storm it, your passion dormant, that’s how they want it
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| Defaced your trophy and that’s how they won it
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| But only you know to do with it dawg
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| You so in tune with your future ‘cuz you intuitive dawg
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| Forreal |