| My psyche got me trippin'
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| My psyche actin' different
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| It’s sickenin' and it’s vicious
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| Inflicted by the business
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| Talked to my alter ego
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| You don’t know what we know
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| You want beef and you get Geno’s
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| In the we on the d-low
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| Back from the dead, this my vengeance and redemption
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| I don’t go to bed, I stay restless and relentless
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| All up in my head, manifestin' all these questions
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| Last time I checked I was testin', you finessin'
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| Who you think you finessin'?
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| You try me and I’ma check it
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| You try me and I’m addressin' it
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| I’m with the clique where you never been
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| Make that flip with the dividends
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| Been infinite, it’s limitless
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| Keep on drippin', that’s just how I dress
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| Get up, flex up
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| Dress up, get yo' check up
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| Hop up in that Tesla
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| I drip so much, it’s extra
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| Switch up to the Benz truck
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| In a Benz, get your bread up
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| Wipe the tears, keep your head up
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| With my friends, my whole setup
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| Set it up, set it up, set it up, get it up
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| Switch it up to that four-door
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| No more pics, no photos
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| I had to stay on the low-low
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| I had to stay on the dolo
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| Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
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| Go mode, go mode, go mode, go mode, go home
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| You still movin' slow-mo
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| I’m not playin', this no joke
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| What is he sayin'? |
| Like oh no, you don’t know
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| No, you don’t, no, you didn’t
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| No, you don’t, no, you didn’t
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| No, you don’t, no, you didn’t
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| On my own, I’ma get it
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| On my own, I’ma get it
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| So I seek and so I peeped her
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| All my history repeats
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| I don’t sleep but I’m in peace
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| They used to sleep on me like, please
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| They just stuck up in they dreams
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| But they don’t chase it
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| No, they don’t make it
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| They just keep hatin'
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| You too basic
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| They started actin', fakin', changin'
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| I’m in the matrix, I invaded
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| Changin' the cadence
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| Changin' the tone
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| I had to make it all on my own
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| I got no patience but it took long
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| They was just hatin', doin' me wrong
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| All along, at last
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| All them loans, they back
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| You at home laid back
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| I’m on the road chasin' racks
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| Yeah, that’s owned
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| I say no cap
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| Givenchy cologne, I smell like some rat
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| Hop outta the code, I came from the back
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| With the bats in the back
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| Look how I act, I do not behave
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| Swervin' on that 'ee-way
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| Crazy like a cat lady
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| I won’t even chat with him
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| I’ma prolly laugh at him
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| He thought it was funny
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| But I’m not no dummy
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| I’ma keep on stuntin'
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| Got stunned like a dummy
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| It’s been lookin' ugly
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| But I jump, fool, you’re runnin'
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| In the club it ain’t sunny
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| I got my shades on
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| I’ma stay stuntin'
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| Running up like the playoff
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| Psyche, psyche, psyche, psyche
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| Psyche, psyche, psyche, psyche
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| My psyche got 'em all psyched out
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| Nighty night, lights out
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| Like it’s on sight when I’m around
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| I’m rockin' all this ice, hope I don’t drown
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| I’m rockin' Off-White, I’m dripped out
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| Shh, you better shut your mouth
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| Better not get too loud
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| I put the hunnids out
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| I had to make it count
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| Count it up, it’s goin' down
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| Run it up when we around
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| It get silent for us, we gon' make a sound
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| When we signin' up that’s a hunnid bound
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| Geez that’s a lot
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| Geesh he won’t stop
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| Jesus he’s on top
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| You see us, we on lock
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| I’m in the safe and I’m locked in
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| I got good taste just look what I’m rockin'
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| I make what I make then I go cop it
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| I got the flavors, I got the topics
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| If it’s about the paper we can start talkin'
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| And I’ll see you later, you already lost it
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| I’m with the chasers 'til we exhausted
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| If you gotta face us please have caution
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| Step away from the scene
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| Please, step away from the scene
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| I repeat, step away from the scene
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| Steppin' up to your team
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| Kept it up with my speed
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| Had enough of that green
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| Tryna go get to the blue
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| I kept the truth with the proof
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| You gotta lose in the news
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| The lies they keep tellin' you
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| We tried to tell you the truth
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| You confined inside of the loop
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| In the mind then I get confused
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| And besides that, there ain’t no rules
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| And I shine with all these jewels
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| Got the signs like I am a mule
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| In the mine like I am a muse
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| Too divine, my soul get soothed
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| I’m not cool with your fools
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| 'Cause I move with a groove
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| You denied and you got sued
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| Try to tell me what to do |