| I’m the man that work with progress
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| Nowadays rappers ain’t got context
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| But you know that’s business right
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| That’s why we got so much office, congress
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| Back to the market, make more projects
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| With less topic, just for a little bit of change in their pockets
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| Making me cry like I’m peeling a garlic, I’m so solid, please don’t tell me
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| stop it
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| Too sick that I just might, just might vomit
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| Drunken in love with the game otherwise you could say I’m an alcoholic
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| Funny how people thought I was balling
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| I was broke in the street just starving
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| All I did was write all day and night
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| I was trying to get a show like Martin
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| Just kept going no stopping
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| Open every door that I seen that was knocking
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| This a program everybody want to login
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| But you got to get a ring just for the calling
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| Seem so far away
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| So so so far away
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| Seems so far away
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| But another step closer
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| You’re taking me closer
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| Doctor please, hip hop is bleeding
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| It’s saturated with Drakes and Weezys
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| Need a hundred ccs of creativity
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| And breathe back the genuinity
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| Into a dying genre
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| I’m a Saviour with one mantra
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| No regrets, no look backs
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| No front and no drama
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| They be like, no don’t do it, Osama don’t do it
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| There’s no future in this homie, don’t be so stupid
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| But I was like screw it, this is what I love
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| Enough to balance two things and pursue it
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| Rhyme like Charles Manson on some crazy shit
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| Dope enough to make believers out of atheists
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| Full of myself, flow ill and it makes me sick
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| In a pool full of sharks, I come in like Moby Dick |