| Aye, this that shit
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| I’m looking at you 6ix
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| I’ve been feeling like a…
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| I’ve been feeling like a mothafuckin' postman
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| Sending letters to the people
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| All this knowledge that I got, I’m like an old man
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| Hold up, wait now oh man!
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| Let me back up in this bitch
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| I’m platinum in this bitch, I’m rapping in this bitch
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| Running the game, yeah I’ve been lappin' in this bitch
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| You know it’s alright
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| Fuck around and they all might
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| Look at a brother different, I’ve been at it all night
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| I think I said it but I know I do it
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| This for everybody going through it
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| Like woah
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| Through it like woah
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| Through it like woah
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| Going through it like woah
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| You already know
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| You already know
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| Gotta get it like woah
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| In this bitch like woah
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| Get it like, like, like woah
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| Let’s go—uh, I’ma get it like woah
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| Back up in this mothafucka livin' like a goddamn king
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| Tell me money ain’t a thing now
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| 30 thousand feet above the world right next to the wing
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| Too high to hear the birds sing now
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| All around the world and back again it’s finally happenin'
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| I’m lappin' in this luxury by nappin' in a big ass house
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| Chillin' with my homies on the West side, West side
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| Bringin' out my best side
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| I was on the road for like a quarter I was in and out the border
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| From London to Paris, yes it’s very extraordinary
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| Fuck around and took the bus and a ferry
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| Should’ve seen the itinerary
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| Then we made it back home like woah
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| Tell me how you’re feelin', higher than the ceilin'
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| I know I’ve been illin'
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| Probably wonder where I’m at, bitch I’ve been chillin'
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| Why they grillin'? |
| Yeah I’m still in like I never left
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| They know I had to go but then I brought it right back
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| Like woah
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| Do it like woah
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| Do it like woah
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| Going through it like woah
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| You already know
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| You already know
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| Gotta get it like woah
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| In this bitch like woah
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| Get it like, like, like woah
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| Let’s go—Uh, I’ma get it like woah
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| I get so high they wonder why no I can’t go away
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| I gotta hold my own, know that’s the only way
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| I’ve been vibin', let me guide em, I said I gotta know
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| I’ve been ridin' for so long I think that it’s time to go
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| Feeling like an addict that ain’t had it, up and at it in a minute
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| If it hadn’t been invented, my limit wouldn’t be infinite
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| I’m feeling like an infant in a womb, I’ma be here 'til the tomb
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| Lately I’ve been in my room
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| Lookin' and lookin' at records on the wall
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| Hold up—
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| Like woah
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| Yeah I hope we make it to fuckin' paradise and not die on the way there,
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| mothafucka… |