| I’m a nigga on the brink
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| What, you think I can’t touch you?
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| Reach through the speaker
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| And crunch you in the eardrum
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| Come here
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| Some of the fearsome
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| Thoughts that I brought to pierce em
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| Assumption’s doom, ya malfunction
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| Soon as the sound’s pumpin
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| I’m settin it, lettin em know
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| I’m about somethin
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| At least seven figures and then some
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| To get some, you gotta spend somethin
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| Increasing my income
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| Outcome’s tremendous
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| How come these hoes be
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| Off the hinges
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| When they peepin my potentials
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| Platinum plus, stackin them bucks
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| Til they touch the clouds
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| (??? punks) contemplating comin after us
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| Now, soon as I touch down
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| My fervor to get further is murderous
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| Plus I must bust
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| Outta these constraints
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| And ease the pain
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| Baby get up off your knees
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| So I can seize and gain
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| I got G’s to make, not a mistake
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| You try to bust?
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| I’ll throw you in a bottomless lake
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| With bricks tied to ya feet
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| I’m not letting shit slide
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| While I’m taking you bitches
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| On this long dick ride
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| Uhh yeah
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| You can’t compare
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| Can’t nobody fuck with us
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| Nohow and nowhere
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| And it don’t stop (repeated)
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| And it won’t stop (repeated)
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| (Casual)
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| Hey, my style be
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| Deep sea algae
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| How he seeing me?
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| I’m PG&E, me and P
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| Regulating and monitoring
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| Your currency
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| Good samaritan
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| Flipped totalitarian
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| Maxed out McLarean
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| With (Cherry ???)
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| Varyin from angry to merry men
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| The suspicious pall bearer
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| At your burying and I’m carryin
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| Like AI, never been on the bay
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| With the pelicans
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| Cause I practiced the art to
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| Outsmart they art-ificial intelligence
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| Man of melanin
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| Is in my spirit
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| From my skin to my skeleton
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| B-boy stance while ya knees went gelatin
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| Cause I’m bailin in
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| With Pep Love and Del again
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| Heaven sent crooked angels
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| Glarin from crooked angles
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| Believe you me
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| I’ll fuck around and get medieval
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| When I lay down the laws
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| And cause an upheaval
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| On you and your people, yeah
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| That’s how we doing ya
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| Keep on pursuing the revenue
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| And the heaven that’s right here
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| Lyrics I spit move at twenty light
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| Years per second wreckin this hype shit
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| Smooth and excellent
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| Lewd and lascivious
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| Dude from the Heiroglyphics Imperium
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| Museum of my music
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| Not abstract or thug, alternative or pop
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| This is hip-hop, the shit I live
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| Love, and utilize to capitalize
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| Make it happen to brutalize
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| You weak niggas that keep rappin
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| And I’m a human being
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| Doing my thing to pursue my dreams
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| Being a super supreme
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| Triple scooping the green
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| No need to categorize or gossip
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| All that really matters is
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| None of you guys can top it |