| Every day I wake up, I just don’t know what to do next
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| I see the results of what the industry has done again
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| Lotta lazy rappers bendin' backwards for a richer man
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| Same ones wanna pop and flex a check that they ain’t even get
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| I make my own money, my own lyrics, and my own content
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| Why you think I’m so content? |
| Why you think I rap like this?
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| Can’t nobody stop me, can’t no one control me
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| People really hate me 'cause still don’t nobody own me
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| They can’t keep me quiet, still I move in silence
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| I don’t feel defiant, bitch, I feel like Midas
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| Touch that track it make some racks, don’t have to lift my eyelids
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| You can kill with kindness, bitch, I kill with violence
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| Even in the underground I still seem to be risin'
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| I look up, I don’t look down, no need to see them dyin'
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| I just need some liquor, and I need to get higher
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| Rollin' up another blunt, I’m smokin' while we ridin'
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| While we ridin', ridin', smokin', smokin'
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| Yeah, we ridin', ridin', smokin', smokin', huh
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| Yeah, we rollin', rollin', smokin', smokin'
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| Yeah, we rollin', rollin', smokin', smokin', huh |