| I’m about to wake up, lace up, count blue face up
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| Never been a waiter so I’m not a fan of waiting up
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| Last night feelin' really low
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| This time bouta take the gold
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| Come second? |
| Naw naw
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| Learn a lesson? |
| Yeah yeah
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| Enjoy the present? |
| Yeah yeah
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| Feel depressive? |
| Naw naw
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| Truly I feel divine, I’m the hero with 90 lives
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| Going zero to 95, I’m imperial, very nice
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| I’m a wordsmith, twisting and mangling all my curses
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| Worse than me, all these rappers they think they worth it!
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| Fire all my pistols if a rapper try to line me up
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| Fury in my blood, ain’t no givin up
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| Tell these lil niggas to sit down
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| They know the moon is a big style
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| All you are little just like mouse
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| Stealing the style you need clout
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| Came from the dirt, my mud
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| Lacin' the lavender my blunt
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| They know I’m zealous for my stuff
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| Know that I’m jealous, I need love
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| A diss song? |
| Don’t got no time, I need to get some
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| With ya, just all the time it make me feel love
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| Higher than I’m smokin on a cig
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| Higher than you passin me the drizz
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| Roll it, roll it, roll it, ride
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| Roll it, roll it, roll it, ride
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| I should be up in the sky
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| I should let myself be alive |