| It goes money, bitches, power, fame
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| Hate, jealousy, it’s one and the same
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| Never deal with the shame, it’s more than just to maintain
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| Underground, we carved a new lane
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| It’s unsettling, like a dose of regret-amine
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| Who the fuck’s telling 'em it’s okay to be selling 'em
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| That watered down shit? |
| They need a shot like adrenaline
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| It’s [?}, I work my fingers down to the skeleton
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| Apprentice of the art form, from the place that ain’t warm
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| See the hard getting torn by the scene that ain’t formed
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| The way they think it is
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| People talking to me like «Leaf, get the money what’s the real risk»
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| Yo, I’m here to bring you realness, only a few will feel this
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| The type of illness to wanna build this
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| Deal with dedication, determination, until it’s
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| Your time to shine, just look over the real risks
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| You’ll be broke for the rest of your days
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| Not getting no radio play, ten years on a empty stage
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| Seen ten of my peers, turn to the raise
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| Stuck at it, now ten beers has turned to a wage
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| You see it as a page, I see it as freedom
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| To talk to the people 'bout things they ain’t reading
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| On your news feed and bulshit they streaming
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| When they say they sold their soul you know their money is the demon
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| Money is the reason why the greats fall off
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| And I’m trying not to make that me at all costs
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| The hope ain’t lost, it’s in the mind of youth
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| Inspired by the times, for those that seek truth
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| It goes money, bitches, power, fame
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| Hate, jealousy, it’s one and the same
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| Never deal with the shame, it’s more than just to maintain
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| Underground, we carved a new lane |