| Yeah, NLE the Top Shotta
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| Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| I said I’m the booth with pneumonia symptoms
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| But they might just say it’s Corona symptoms
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| Oh-oh, oh-oh, woah, oh woah, oh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
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| Reminiscin' 'bout the old days (Old days)
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| Back when the Grizzlies had O.J., yeah
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| When I had me a bald fade, wanted all the J’s
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| And I couldn’t get no play (And I couldn’t get no play)
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| Times fly by when you’re having fun
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| But back then I ain’t feel like I had nothin'
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| Back when a nigga didn’t need a mask on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| But I kept a ski mask and my cash grew long (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh woah)
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| Mom bumpin' Jodeci, Jodesay
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| Pop drink the rosé on a Sunday
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| I had school on Monday (On Monday)
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| Contemplatin' droppin' out
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| I was only in the tenth grade (I was only in the tenth grade)
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| I’m a boss, they was tryna make us leave
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| A lotta souls been lost since pre-k (Since pre-k)
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| Our thoughts create our reality
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| Confirmation, it came from the CIA (From the CIA)
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| There’s a topic that need to be unmuted
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| But we will cross that bridge when we come to it (When it comes to it)
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| Couple miles away, we ain’t gotta run to it (Run to it)
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| Marathon gettin' shorter, we gon' break through it (We gon' break through it)
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| I’d rather teach wellness, to kings and queens
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| Matter of fact, gods and goddesses (Yeah)
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| I’m pickin' they brains, put facts in they head
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| They callin' me a cosmetologist (They callin' me a cosmetologist)
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| Why the Bible similar to astrology?
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| Prophet makin' prophecies
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| How many days the sun goin' down on the 21st? |
| I say, «About three»
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| Vaccines, the mark of the beast (The mark of the beast)
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| Can’t put no chip in me (No chip in me)
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| Tryna break spirituality (Reality)
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| Tryna fuck up DNA and my genes (My genes)
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| Protect the mind and soul
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| Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| Don’t leave the house without my crystals
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| VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| Protect the mind and soul
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| Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| To make a long story short you would have to boot the worries in courts
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| Nothing less, nothing more, playin' chess with the boards
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| Tell a nigga pick the poison, abortion or orphan
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| Had to take me to Maury
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| Oh Lord, the majority of the kids I may have been mournin'
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| Tell me grand risin', don’t tell me good morning
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| Words put a spell on my conscience
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| I’m risin' in the morning
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| Had to come fresh with a girl named Lauren
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| But she was too boring
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| You know we’re not pouring
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| Another pain, and in her heart she was storing
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| Her head’s in the clouds, she was soaring, and she was foreign
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| Will I ever find love one day (One day)
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| Before they put me in my grave? |
| (My grave)
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| People been temporary (Yeah, yeah)
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| Can I just get my way, can I just get my way?
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| If you come in my life just stay
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| Can you stay? |
| Baby, stay for me
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| I changed my ways, did you wait?
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| I hate to say, you didn’t wait for me
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| All the shit I’ve felt been fake
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| It left me baked, call me bakery
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| Don’t check on me, I’m doin' fine
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| Everything been divine, just pray for me
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| Slow and steady win the race, but I’ve been pickin' up the pace
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| I had to lace up my laces, I’m lookin' behind me
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| They chasin', they chasin', they chasin'
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| The finish line been awaitin'
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| The people, they clap and they wavin'
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| Congragulatin', praisin' me 'cause I just conquered Satan
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| I’m praisin' this feeling, amazin'
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| I was stuck up in a basement then I started elevatin'
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| Protect the mind and soul
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| Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| Don’t leave the house without my crystals
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| VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| Protect the mind and soul
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| Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah)
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| VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| NLE the Top Shotta
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| Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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| Ayy-ayy, woah, oh
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| Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
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| Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
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| Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |