| I’ve been behaving like I’m in a haven, like I’m isolating myself as a choice
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| I kept my distance away from you niggas before this new virus 'cause I was
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| annoyed
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| I contemplated my place in this ploy
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| I concentrate on the stakes of the void
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| Ya’ll rappers spending more time in your lives
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| Than on your verses, I get through the surface
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| I purposely put all this weight on my shoulders
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| Rather be fed and well read as opposed to
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| Ya’ll out here fuckin' these bitches raw dog
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| Then put on a mask in fear of that 'Rona
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| Known to be staunch and rebellious, notice
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| How I excel without selling my soul, it’s
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| A feat in itself, I don’t feed into self
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| Loathing methods, I kept my composure and focus, ay
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| Put it on display and expand some, ay
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| Sick of all the messages from randoms, ay
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| And all these celebrities tellin' me I should stay home when they tweetin' from
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| a mansion, ay
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| Let me quarantine in peace, let me pour it in my speech
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| I was born up in the beast, I don’t fall off
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| Take the agony and grief, put it back up in the streets
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| Make an album in a week, I’m a ball hog
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| Let me log off, that’s another jaw drop
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| Leave me 'round your girl, she gon' suck a nigga log off
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| Get the fuck away if you wheeze, have a small cough
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| Ya’ll soft, that’s the definition of a boss, ya’ll
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| I been making provisions
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| I take a rapper’s ambitions and lay 'em flat on his ass and bring it back to
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| the lyrics
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| I’m really actin' an ass, I’m goin' after they digits
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| My haberdashery has insurmountable clips
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| And that’s just the tip of the iceberg (What?)
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| That’s what I spit with a slight urge
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| Imagine when I’m really motivated and reveal the orchestration, I’ve been
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| waiting to recite words
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| I’m gettin' sick of these people that speakin' on shit they don’t know about
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| Pussy, leave me alone
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| I don’t get traction or any distraction
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| I’m really 'bout action, and rap is my vehicle (Yah)
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| Put fear in the backseat (Woo)
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| Treat negativity like a gas leak
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| Every metaphor I record is a chord on the court that I ran like an athlete (Yah)
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| Knock you off of your pedestal, what you pledge is illegible
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| Niggas plan to stun me, me and money’s inseparable
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| I don’t wait for permission or any authorization
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| Any offer you makin', I’m taking off if you let it pull
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| I don’t gotta list my achievements (Nah)
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| Leave your career in bereavement (Yes)
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| Leave your veneers in the cement
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| See bitch, you can never reach, you should repent (Woo)
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| Resent what I do as a whole
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| What I do a day is what you view as a goal
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| What I do a day is like food for the soul
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| So relax or relapse when the truth unfolds
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| Yeah |