| Nowadays, rappers like to front like they so hard
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| You ain’t no holds barred, you just no bars
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| But I ain’t here to talk about no rappin', man that’s played out
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| Underhanded comments, I don’t go the Willie Mays route
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| Stay out you fears, man I got too much to say now
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| Companies tryna buddy me for money, ain’t your pay-pal, nah
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| See music bout to feed me, but it kept me breathin'
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| Kept me believin' when I ain’t have nothin' to believe in
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| Now I listen to the river and I stare out at the foliage
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| On my Axel Foley shit, breakin' all the rules
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| While servin' all these bad guys like a waiter up at Trump Towers
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| Young cowards inhale all the smog 'til they lungs shatter from the smoke blown
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| by the ones with the most power
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| Sit and watch how the net work like my own router
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| Everyone got voices they ain’t earned and it’s dangerous
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| All terms are lame and shit, so how do I explain this shit?
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| The Internet lied to us
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| But shouts to Soundcloud where you play this song
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| Said the Internet lied to us
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| So share this on Facebook when you get home
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| Tell 'em 'bout me on the Gram, I ain’t got no other plan
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| We at war on her land, and she got the upper hand
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| How we gon' see our reflection in this murky water?
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| Said how we gon' see our reflection?
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| Nowadays, I sleep less, cause I’m up hittin' refresh
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| We exposed to more than before yet we see less
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| And I ain’t even know if it’s bad as it can be yet
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| Kids buried in a screen and they ain’t even got all their teeth yet
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| Food for thought slidin' down the gullet, they can’t chew it right
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| Sure to choke 'em if they don’t use it right
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| They ain’t usin' sight to guide, but wait up, gimme a second, my phone buzzin'
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| man
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| I got notifications think I got myself another fan
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| Where was I? |
| Oh yeah, distractions gettin' heavy
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| We opened up the floodgates but we ain’t worked on the levee
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| So I’m in the heart of the storm tryin' to explain what rain is
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| Forced to engage with anyone with whom I’ve made acquaintance
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| I try my best to be good, I ain’t say that I was patient
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| Pennin' statements algorithms cannot tell me what their fate is
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| Days when I’m not sure quite how to explain it
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| So let me just say this, I’ll put it in layman’s
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| The Internet lied to us
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| But shouts to Soundcloud where you play this song
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| Said the Internet lied to us
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| So share this on Facebook when you get home
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| Tell 'em 'bout me on the Gram, I ain’t got no other plan
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| We at war on her land, and she got the upper hand
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| How we gon' see our reflection in this murky water?
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| Said how we gon' see our reflection? |