| I was lost, but now I’m found
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| Young king without a crown
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| Catch you when I come back 'round
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| These niggas too close (Too close)
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| What is life if you livin' without a purpose
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| The thought alone of me failing, it makes me nervous
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| Tryna dodge the distractions, I’m tryna keep it determined
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| So I been in the booth like a preacher be in sermon
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| It’s church nigga
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| I feel like destiny been flirtin'
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| You get in my way imma wash 'em, get the detergent
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| You witnessing a legend emergin', tell 'em it’s urgent
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| I see they tryna set me up, certainly that ain’t workin', uhh
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| You mess with me, you rest in peace, respectfully
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| If it ain’t 'bout no money or the family then just let it be
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| I hop on the beat, it’s a connection, we got chemistry
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| This is like Walter White cookin' methamphetamine
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| I been makin' progress but it ain’t all great
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| I been tryna keep the peace and keep my head on straight
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| I been cuttin' people off 'cause it been dead on weight
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| I keep my space 'cause 99% of these niggas fake
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| I was lost, but now I’m found
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| Young king without a crown
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| Catch you when I come back 'round
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| These niggas too close
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| They tried to kick me while I’m down
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| But I got up off the ground
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| And made it out
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| Now they clappin' like «Kudos»
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| I was lost, but now I’m found
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| Young king without a crown
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| Catch you when I come back 'round
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| These niggas too close
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| They tried to kick me while I’m down
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| But I got up off the ground
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| And made it out (Made it out)
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| Coldest nigga under heaven, oh
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| People always talk about the bread I-
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| Tend to find they bread is
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| Who brought tortilla chips to the feast?
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| We may never know
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| In this
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| Seen all the roles niggas played before
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| Seen Poitiers before
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| Seen vanish point that they pay to know
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| We got the advantage, imma play to grow
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| Ohh, I’m at Trader Joe’s
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| In her purse lookin' through my spinach
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| Really floss, I could use a dentist pronto
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| Quit the front-o, niggas didn’t really want smoke
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| I’ll black 'em out, see niggas smile at the gun smoke
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| Pull back around, they sent him down state with one stroke
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| The pen is cut-throat
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| These niggas sucrose
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| I swear that shit is back in style
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| Im like «Oh great, it’s filled with new growth»
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| Too drink this water you gon' have to drown
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| I was lost, but now I’m found
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| Young king without a crown
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| Catch you when I come back 'round
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| These niggas too close
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| They tried to kick me while I’m down
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| But I got up off the ground
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| And made it out
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| Now they clappin' like «Kudos»
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| I was lost, but now I’m found
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| Young king without a crown
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| Catch you when I come back 'round
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| These niggas too close
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| They tried to kick me while I’m down
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| But I got up off the ground
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| And made it out (Made it out) |