| Feels like we livin' in a loop
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| The cops find black people to kill and shoot
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| The media just pick which one to give to you
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| You can’t stomach it for a week, and then you poop
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| Poof
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| I’m tired of these cycles
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| I ain’t much better myself
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| I can’t depend on my health
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| We all got guts but mine been through it so Craft hold no punches
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| This here chin music
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| Lotta folks could get ruined, I grow my influence
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| And that’s exactly what the kid doin, the shift brewin'
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| Used to need 6 brews to get movin'
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| Now I do some yoga, pleasure my woman and get to it
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| The audacity of adulthood
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| They gon' want you stuck where you at, and son, don’t do it
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| The grass was actually greener 'fore they convinced you to destroy the land
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| If the room is toxic those fans gon spread the poison, fam
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| You smell that?
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| Smell like foiled plans
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| Whatever they have for me, laugh for me, please
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| Cause the hero always die in a tragedy, see, I’d rather be free
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| Your comments is comedy you can’t shackle with these
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| What you think the intro, that’s the reprise
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| I lapped 'em with ease
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| Everything they think they are, I actually be
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| You uncomfortable? |
| Pass it to me
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| I’m unapologetic, unabashed, a G
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| Someone beat you think I’m off
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| Display so much strength, they think I’m soft
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| I find mine in vulnerability
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| You find it in the silly fleeting whims of being tougher for a moment
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| Feels like we livin' in a loop
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| We promote based on cool and conceal the truth
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| Yeah, and cool is just a substitute for toxic
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| Or for corporate profits I’m bein' honest
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| Then somebody die and we all cry and scroll the timeline
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| But our conscious is still on mute
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| Feel like we livin' in a loop |