| Hayelo, Hayelo, Hayelo
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| I’m not the same Hayelo I was a month ago, a year ago
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| Shit, I just keep levelin' up
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| In my bag 24/7
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| It’s like my natural state
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| Lemme just talk to ‘em real quick though
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| Uh
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| I’m on some other shit and off a lot
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| Don’t fuckin' call me by my government
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| I’m on the mothership
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| None of the puzzles fit, it’s puzzlin'
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| Ruzzle with words, the flows puddin'
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| Smack the pussy rapper with a oven mitt
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| Then shove him in, 350, let him crisp
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| Dig a ditch, shovelin', innocent, internet
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| Funny kids can’t fake the funk nigga, I’m the fuckin' shit
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| Put the industry in the ER, on my bucket list
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| Smack him with the four, he on IV and some other shit
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| Niggas fumblin', words can’t fill in the bar
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| I’m drunk off the words, I’m jugglin' thoughts
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| I’ll pummel your squad, he on all fours, I’m puntin' his jaw
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| Legend killer shit
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| My brain a psychological thriller with twists and turns
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| Scary pop ups, screams and blood, I’m broke as fuck, nigga
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| I just free my flood to the most time besides me, embrace the mud
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| ‘Cause it’s the reason we ain’t built the same
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| I grab life by the udders, buddy, we don’t get our milk the same
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| That’s ‘cause you too afraid, I took a leap of faith from a mountain
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| And then I sprouted wings
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| Through clouded dreams, I found my means, don’t intervene
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| Or rounds be in the box, ain’t coppin' out on Krispy Kremes
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| I shifted things, Chuck Norris kickin' and rippin' spleens
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| I’m hoppin' out the UberLUX like a limousine
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| Life give you lemons, the lemons squeeze then I couldn’t see
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| Shenren granted my greatest wish in a vision dream
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| Lyrical guillotine critically try to limit me
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| Pivot my foot on enemies, itchin' as I proceed to feast
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| Unleash the beast, I’m laughin' at you like who can stop me
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| They say the nine got nine tails like Uzumaki
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| But niggas stay out the way, you know these dudes be plottin'
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| The tooly Glock is loaded, locked and the targets spotted
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| Stainless pop ‘em, that’s figurative
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| What’s the difference when there’s holders ‘round me?
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| I learn from old to help the youth around me
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| Two around me, add twenty, and let a two divide it
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| One me, ten different types of knowledge
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| Wonder why I seem older? |
| ‘Cause my mental is polished
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| Existential crisis, internally riot
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| Concernin' with science, politics, duckin' from pilots
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| Philosophers stone turn me to Midas
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| She gobble the Eiffel 'til she get the itis
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| I peak in your iris, you seek acceptance
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| I can teach and lead you to Zion |