| Light 'em up light 'em up go
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| Spending too much time on the road
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| Got a good idea then I write
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| Had a few ideas that I wrote
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| I been too obsessed with the fire
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| Didn’t peep I went up in smoke
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| Never think never plan never plot what I’m doing
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| Gotta be who I am 'fore I stop what I’m doing
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| Imma prodigy honestly gotta be something great
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| Never stopping I promise I gotta lot up on my plate
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| It’s the prophecy I believe I’m never gonna shake
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| And it’s fate that I’m raising the stakes
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| I’m the lottery lottery baby number #1 pick
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| Those that doubted me oughtta be throwing all these fits
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| I be giving 'em conniptions
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| Blowing 'em a kiss they can kiss my ass 'fore they buy my disc
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| I been feeling overwhelmed
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| Feeling like I gotta couple tells
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| They can spot me sweating from a mile out
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| I be rapping so hard blow a light out
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| I be rapping so much lose inspirations
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| Still write a couple songs show the dedications
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| They been saying that I’m always writing that greatness
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| Wait up, cause I never really found my patience
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| I been pushing pedal to the metal since the first tape
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| All the bars throw it back like it’s Thursday
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| All the bars throw it back like it’s Thursday
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| Had to say it two times so heard me
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| I’ve been working
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| Never really found what I wanted soul searching
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| And I’m too nice with it got 'em all lurking
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| Told 'em like what you see then see it in person
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| I been getting to ahead of myself
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| Never doing things that I set up myself
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| Never doing things that’ll better my health
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| And I let 'em all tell but I never call help
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| Cause I’ll do it myself
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| And I leave them all so jaded
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| Never been one to get cross faded
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| I get my name in these papers
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| But still I’m saying it’s the same
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| When I go, yeah, never looking far back on what I wrote, yeah yeah
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| Still all these things that I don’t know yeah, yeah
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| You told me i was too cocky
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| Said that my light would never last
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| Now hold this Ryuzaki
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| Dropped your guard, now this drop a tsunami
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| I’ll drop you, then i’ll drop the mic at the drop of a bonnet
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| Then move my hand across the horizon and spark promise
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| Twist, pop, lock it and drop it like it’s hot topic
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| Soon as your fans hear me, your stocks plummet
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| I pop off and you duck, i’m paying Glocks homage
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| Go ahead, make light of me, man, we’ll see what’s up
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| I fight until i win so much y’all think i’m steeped in luck
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| Despite my grievances i strive to light my demons up
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| A leading light
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| I light the fuse and watch my fucking fears combust
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| Light em up, light em up, light light em up
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| Rattle off battle songs, i’m an animal
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| Write what i want, right or wrong, till i’ve had enough
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| Never looking back like a vagabond
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| I’ll make your grip tighten on your lighter ignite it
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| Then forward the fire higher
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| Til you know that’s where you hand belongs |