| Hey cleanse your soul, be worth your weight in gold, the way the story goes
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| The oracle, pulled some pedal strings, control was who controlled it,
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| it was a setup
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| The moorish princess sticks in the getup on the late night, we operate from
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| satellites, master
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| Swimmin' in the rumors, we cause, clutchin' my bars, never meant to call,
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| pocket bag the rangers from the park
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| Never fall off, but never say never either, rappers forever divas,
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| roll with the punches cleanest, they called you genius
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| You stroke your ego when you want something, I see through you,
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| self-explanatory, fuck the gurus, use your noodles dawg
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| You taste spaghetti, ain’t no confetti, no balloons, watch how he dance around
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| this step in my tune
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| In any vote, we be the illest niggas there, you would sit in the air,
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| while all these bitches try to play with my hair
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| Desperado out of my sleeve, means gotta meet needs
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| Breathe water in dreams, lean smooth, scopin' scenes
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| Purity devoted, advanced motion, get the ball rollin'
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| Scrollin' through my news feed, get this paper, got me open
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| Black moon thieivin' in the night, we the black stars
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| Mosaic, Mozart, this shit be hard, words sparked
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| All black with mango LeBrons, I knew to play my cards
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| Since I saw them facin' bars, sneakers have been sellin' hard
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| We went to went, school was school, I met my ivy bag
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| How you mad? |
| I was gradge, she was learnin' class
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| My only effort came when the bitch was super bad
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| You hear the eighth girl, I know you see me tryna smash
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| Clearly in my element, everything is relevant
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| Made myself at home, but everywhere’s my resident
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| Sheesh, let the sheet gettin' grease, next is Venice Beach
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| Tommy Versetti gettin' feta cheese, a pound a week
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| The sky was pink and the tree sprouted mint leaves
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| Honey dew on the floor, all we see is green
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| From the south with the, a breathe of fresh air
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| What you make of this scene, 'cause our vision clear
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| 'Cause our vision clear
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| What you make of this scene, 'cause our vision clear
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| From the south with the, a breathe of fresh air
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| What you make of this scene, 'cause our vision clear, yeah |