| My thoughts, are like a bright symphony
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| I’m simply, changing everything that I begin to see
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| Mentally, but physically I plan to change history
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| With a pen, note pad and a distant dream
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| But distance ain’t a obstacle, that’s too much
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| I’m closer than you think to the stars, nigga look up
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| Seeing adolescent with impressive rhymes, chasin' dimes
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| Not the kind that want cash, but the ones that’s inside
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| Of my pocket, while I pocket some of these profits
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| Nigga’s watch it and try to stop it, but all I do is block it
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| Straight lock it up, my cash started risin' up
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| Now everybody and they best friend try to ride with us
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| Never had a team, just a couple friends
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| Too many people around will hurt you in the end
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| Don’t pretend you niggas would never kin, you tryna step in the circle but
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| ain’t allowed to get in
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| I’m getting more attention than I’m wishing
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| Not bitching, just surprised and did I mention, when I’m sentencing,
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| people listening
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| Cause my songs go harder than crack interventions
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| Uh, living life like a menace
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| Tryna get in this game and leave with some riches
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| No need for bitches, but I’m down for pictures
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| As long as they ain’t girls that got no figures
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| Uh, Jordan 7's on my feet
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| Don’t ask to come chill, girl I’m busy making beats
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| When I was in the hall you would never even speak
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| Now your tryna come through every day of the week
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| Shits crazy, you living real shady
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| And don’t send me text messages calling me baby
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| I thought you were a lady, didn’t give it up daily
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| And only enjoy boys who didn’t like mainstream
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| Well I do, and this is nothing new
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| But looks like this life I ain’t living for you
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| I know that you in love, but baby that sounds through
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| When the size don’t fit, so why would I wear the shoe?
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| This ain’t a love song so I’mma skip bars, rip hard, grip stars then dip off
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| Peace! |