| Let’s toast to the fact that I rose from the cracks
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| Now they gotta pay me for the shows and the raps
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| Don’t you get too crazy, got my bros in the back
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| Shout out my nigga Scrap, he’ll leave you where you at
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| But I ain’t into that I’m tryna keep it so cool
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| Said I was the man, well man, that’s so true
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| Even without a signal my messages go through
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| Said you want it, but I need it, I’m guessing we both do
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| Told you that I’m here and don’t take it for granted
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| Tryna open up these doors and I ain’t being romantic
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| I dropped pre-season, now they starting to panic
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| Better tell Bruno Mars that we the best on the planet
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| I’mma get it ‘cause I’m so efficient
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| With more lines than a coke addiction
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| This broken system can’t hold me victim, I know the difference
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| Frigid, they scratch their head saying «no he didn’t»
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| Go hard, shut down your bars like the prohibition
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| My family trippin' ‘cause I’m rolling the dice
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| All the wrongs in my life, I’m here making them right
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| Yeah it costs to be the boss, that’s why I’m paying the price
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| Turned a dream into a thing, what a hell of a life
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| It’s Battles
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| Knocking it out this time little bitches
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| Trippy thoughts baby, don’t be scared of the future
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| Don’t pretend that you like being somebody that you ain’t used to
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| My flow cold, my mother could see that way before computers
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| It started in me and now I got game for all the intruders
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| Cause it’s world peace ‘till the end of times, smoking weed and preventing crime
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| Tell em all my niggas finna shine (yo all my niggas finna shine)
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| Look, when we yelling loud, niggas told me to settle down
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| I sped up just to leave suckas, y’all fell off, and I held it down
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| I swear I could sell anything, pretty much too big for anything else
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| Look, without the wealth I was spitting that shit they felt
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| And busting shit in the studio in that Vegas heat until I melt
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| Come back to life, told ‘em I got dabs on that championship belt
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| Nice guy but, I ain’t tryna to 2-step with niggas
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| Them thirsty niggas only make me wanna suplex a nigga (got ‘em)
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| Fuck who you met nigga that dickriding shit is whack to us
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| Them cool kids that won’t change is making motherfuckers adapt to us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conscious , by - Mark BattlesSong from the album Lost In Reality, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп