| You know I do it to prove 'em wrong
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
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| Just at 2AM, me and Khaled plottin' on a milli
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| Close to the tipping point, I can almost feel it
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| Chinese food for lunch, shout out univilla
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| Labels tryna put they bid up
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| Giants ask for my get up
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| I could see the vision clearer
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| Ayy, 20/20 how I view it
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| Bay Area like Lex coupes and Buicks
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| Now they tryna act like they knew it
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| Yeah, but I been aware now
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| Feel like me and life been havin' stare downs
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| And plottin' on the stareout
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| Just don’t wanna miss any steps
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| Rarely do I get to this in depth
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| Tip level when I get on my backpack
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| Bet that she gon' pop it without postin' a hashtag
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| Now in need of no backlash
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| 'Cause life already made me and I ain’t even made it
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| Uh, yeah, all the roads that my OG’s paved
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| Peace of mind been gone these days
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| Pro surfer when I’m on these waves
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| Either way, yeah, we gon' be straight
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| That’s on mommas and grannies
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| Move like they understand me
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| Don’t take it and then panic
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| Use that shit as a lesson
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| 'Cause you can always be lesser
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| And there can always be worse
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| Whole squad, yeah, we came from the dirt
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| Never had it, yeah, we takin' it first
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| Got some blood on my shirt
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| Uh, yeah 'cause we killin' them boys
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| They want a rear, now we fillin' the void
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| Move around like I been here before
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| Been knew I was gon' be this
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| Since a fetus, got my stripes like Adidas
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| Got them visions of arenas
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| Zereod out like arenas
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| So I’m still gon' shoot 'til I score
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| Vest on 'cause I know it’s a war
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| It’s a battle for your mind and your spirit
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| That’s all you really got
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| Better hold that the nearest
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| They prayin', hope that you fear 'em
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| Yeah 'cause fear is control |