| What’s the game without opinion, labels out for millions
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| You and boys in a bedroom set up killing them
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| Music straight from the heart that travels from ATL to Gillingham
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| Minimum effort goes no where so those bluer days get rid of them
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| ‘cause it’s non stop work from here out, I appear loud
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| But it’s usually when my peers doubt
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| Where I’ve been how, if I fail it’s ‘cause you weren’t listening
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| Every song, every message, I spoke clearly when I said it
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| It’s up to you how you wanna interpret me, I don’t care if you misread it
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| I don’t care if you misread it
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| I’m not here to be liked
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| One big dream and an outcome’s all I share in the mind
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| Stare in the sky
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| Hear me tonight
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| The airs feeling right
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| The time is now
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| This is all I fucking see
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| Even when I sleep at night
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| Gleaming lights, flashing by
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| No one ever gave a fuck, on my own from here anyway
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| Whats the game without controversy
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| We been droppin' these bombs from early
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| I fit so many lines in one rhyme
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| I literally can’t stop it, it hurts me
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| But when you go much to say it’s like you wanna have a million songs by 30
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| And I got my head screwed on so tight
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| I grew bolts and I locked them firmly
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| I don’t roll how I used to, the games changed me and I hate myself
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| I evaded wealth, for the sacrifice of this game as well
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| More passion for music than money its funny, I’m living so crumby and none of
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| you that depressions a killer, instead of a winner you’re staring direct in the
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| face of a sinner
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| I don’t care if you misread it
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| I’m not here to be liked
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| One big dream and an outcome’s all I share in the mind
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| Stare in the sky
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| Hear me tonight
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| The airs feeling right
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| The time is now
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| This is all I fucking see
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| Even when I sleep at night
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| Gleaming lights, flashing by
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| No one ever gave a fuck, on my own from here anyway
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| Bye |