| Let’s get lifted, activate our senses
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| Inhale our wishes, exhale the bull
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| That comes with being young, black, and gifted
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| Oh, what a feeling feeling high in the ceiling
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| Dealing with the gods we’re given
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| Living with this state of fearlessness
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| So if you’re feeling this, let’s get lifted
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| Cast away malicious witches
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| Engage our spirits, stop to pull
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| A lavender to spliff when you kiss it (Oh)
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| Oh, what a feeling feeling high in the ceiling
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| Dealing with the gods we’re given
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| Living with this state of fearlessness
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| Elevated mind ain’t surprised by the lives that they tellin' us
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| Compellin' us to march in the streets
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| Yeah, we chained at our feet for generations
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| In this corporation, disguised as freedom nation
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| So I focus on my bread, don’t let the hive low
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| Offer all the smoke and let the fear go
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| High up, but they want me low
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| But God created me first, I know
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| What hunnid bullets holes get distorted up in my people, so
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| Let’s get lifted, activate our senses
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| Inhale our wishes, exhale the bull
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| That comes with being young, black, and gifted
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| Oh, what a feeling feeling high in the ceiling
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| Dealing with the gods we’re given
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| Living with this state of fearlessness
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| So if you’re feeling this, let’s get lifted
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| Cast away malicious witches
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| Engage our spirits, stop to pull
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| A lavender to spliff when you kiss it (Oh)
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| Oh, what a feeling feeling high in the ceiling
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| Dealing with the gods we’re given
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| Living with this state of fearlessness
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| Gotta thank Joe for the lungs that he chose
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| Rolling up the (Ah), tryna tell me take it slow
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| Three, four, five, six, seven in a row
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| God body flow, make your body lose control
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| I don’t never rap, I’ll let the tale unfold
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| The chicken keep chirpin' and my cell jail broke
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| The bacon want me booked 'cause I cook like a pro
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| Fuck the depths and they rooks
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| 'Cause they crooks and they know
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| Move with finesse and they come with no effort
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| Who on test, get the vest and the blessing
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| Your boo is a mess, but them boobs an investment
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| She can layover if her flight ain’t domestic
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| Bally in the ward, had a flame, make a nimbus
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| I own all my sins, they can’t censor my sentence
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| I’ma break a back and a mold and a Guiness
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| I’m young and I’m black, so I’m God and I’m gifted
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| (Everybody say this, «I'm young and I’m black, so I’m God and I’m gifted»)
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| I’m God and I’m gifted
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| Young and I’m black and I’m God and I’m gifted
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| Young and I’m black and I’m God, so I’m gifted
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| Young and I’m black and I’m God, ay
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| Free built their bridges
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| Rememberin' our mission
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| Rich as we was given
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| Stole it from my, stole it from my children
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| Now I’m floatin', lyin' with the fishes
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| I challenge murder on my sisters
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| Finish, focus on what’s twisted
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| to dimensions
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| 'Cause we more higher than affirmations
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| Swimmin' in a potency of sour
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| Soakin' up the sweetness of the flower
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| Hello this land, all a plan, we was damn, but we shifted
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| That shit was encrypted, so let’s see
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| Let’s get lifted, activate our senses
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| Inhale our wishes, exhale the bull
|
| That comes with being young, black, and gifted
|
| Oh, what a feeling feeling high in the ceiling
|
| Dealing with the gods we’re given
|
| Living with this state of fearlessness
|
| So if you’re feeling this, let’s get lifted
|
| Cast away malicious witches
|
| Engage our spirits, stop to pull
|
| A lavender to spliff when you kiss it (Oh)
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| Oh, what a feeling feeling high in the ceiling
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| Dealing with the gods we’re given
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| Living with this state of fearlessness |