| Watchu know bout this life that I’m mothafuckin livin'
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| Spirit stay high so I get it how I live it
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| Start me day up with a prayer and some lemon
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| Poured in the cup of the water that I’m sipping
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| Then I bake up &check my agenda
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| Back to the grind cause my name you’ll remember
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| Today I got time for my own destination
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| Gimme 2 years swear that life will be vacation
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| And every black kid that can rap on a track got verse bout the gula they gon
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| stack and theN put in mama’s purse
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| But I’m thinking much greater
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| Finna teach my moms to fly
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| Take her to a place where her soul will align
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| With the divine
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| Ancestral line
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| That’s hers and mine
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| All in due time
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| Peep the incline
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| We on the rise
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| Touching the sky
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| I plant my seeds and water them so they grow
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| I shine my light so I can reap what I sow
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| So when you see me stacking paper in dough
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| You’ll recognize that this here grind’s not for show
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| The life that I’m living
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| Is the mothafucking right that I’m giving
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| See, I’m in tune w rags and the riches
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| Cause I been here since before the beginning
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| Swimming in water that only exists
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| On levels higher than wickedness
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| Floated the focus from heating the brick
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| By floating in lotus and healing the sick
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| Totemed my mind above abyss
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| An eternal blissfulness
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| I’m forever feeling the kisses
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| Of my ancestral spirits
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| So I don’t feel no stress
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| I just I ride with it
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| I just take my time w it
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| I’m just so divine
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| I plant my seeds and water them so they grow
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| I shine my light so I can reap what I sow
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| So when you see me stacking paper in dough
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| You’ll recognize that this here grind’s not for show
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| So let me bring it back (back, back)
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| So let me bring it back (back, back)
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| Now lemme bring it back to divulge you some more
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| About why I do this &who I do it for
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| All the little shawties coloring on the floor
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| Expressing who they really truly are at the core
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| And now we at war with ourselves and the pressure
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| Losing touch w our ancestors
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| Thinking that our value only living in the dresser
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| And the versions of our feelings must censored
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| See I was that girl one time in my life
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| But now I got it back and I made the shit right
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| Overstand that my hands were created to heal
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| So watch as I whip and I chef every meal
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| The deals
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| Coming at major velocity
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| I am protected, orisa be watching me
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| I can’t be touched by the hate or hypocrisy
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| Glow up is coming with heat and ferocity
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| I plant my seeds and water them so they grow
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| I shine my light so I can reap what I sow
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| So when you see me stacking paper in dough
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| You’ll recognize that this here grind’s not for show |