| «Wow we got something»
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| «We're in»
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| This is music mimicking images
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| Vividness versus timidness
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| Giving what I’ve been living with lately can make you finish it
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| I’ve been waiting and plotting, we vacating your spot
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| Trey eight by the bulletproof wallet
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| I cook with Chef
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| Niggas shaking babies, shook to death
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| Wu-Tang Forever, they literally hooked on Meth
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| I Capadon' abracadabra
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| Strapped and wore prosthetic limbs
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| My co-workers are packing arms
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| Don’t sleep without a job at the vet
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| And I only hustle hard just to rob my connect
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| Got a problem with debt
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| Can’t resolve it with checks
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| Or evolve with the threats until I’m involved with a death
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| And I’m heavy in any and every area aware of me
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| Legends and lost souls only people compare to me
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| My energy
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| Size 'em and penalize 'em
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| By jeopardizing the rest of they lives as soon as I recognize 'em
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| «Double up your bets, come and rumble with the vets»
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| «Getting papers by the layers»
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| «Ready to roll, play the upper hand»
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| «Show love to me, status is irrelevant» — CL Smooth 'Ask About Me'
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| Timing is perfect
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| Bound to resurface with the 4−5 on my person
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| Rhyme like it’s urgent
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| Plus if the vibe isn’t perfect I’m violent and nervous
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| All my people liable to burst this, survival is worthless
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| So my Daily Operations, spend my life high
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| Now my Moment Of Truth is my No More Mr. Nice Guy
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| You can favor odds, gotta play your cards
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| Autism flow, everything I say is hard
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| On drums, I got Primo drums and guns that’s illegal
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| Was the plug of my people, we do it all
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| There’s laws of the underground fool with the 100 rounds
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| Got something to prove? |
| Homie we prove 'em all
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| Career investment, that’s A.I.G
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| Got a strap on my sneaker like the A.I.3
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| So the way I see
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| Either harming me or honor me
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| My army be in harmony with armories in foreign seas |