| Right
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| Facts remain, attack ya lanes
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| Bastard’s lame, yappin' with a half a brain
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| Master strain, just rolled a half of dank
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| Half insane, nah we ain’t rap the same
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| Rapid flames, my catalog, cash it brings
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| On the road doing rapper things, nigga
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| I twist Backwoods, smoke Dutch Masters and shit
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| And cross the atlas, I be on some Actavis shit
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| They ignore it but they know what it is
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| Shout out my peeps on chemo and MS smokin' a liff
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| For the people smokin' and stressin' I know how you feel
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| Embrace this shit, no reality’s real, really
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| It all sounds silly but, the world’s so chilly
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| And society don’t care how you feel, really
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| Kush God cares, if don’t nobody else care
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| It’s all love, take the hate and share it elsewhere
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| Now I’ma be nice until nice come back
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| Until then, nigga, light this back, be easy
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| Now I’ma be nice until nice come back
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| Until then, nigga, light this back, uh
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| Test the tides, I do this here for exercise
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| Extra high, like you ain’t recognize
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| Next in line, sober thought I’m vexed from minds
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| Rectify, the devil’s tryna invest my mind
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| On deck tryna wreck my shine
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| Really, I mind mine, really but it’s a fine line
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| They try and kill me, my vibe like Mike when Vito got hit
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| Bad bitches rollin' up, the gazebo is lit
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| Face the blunt, I be Debo-ing shit, «What blunt?»
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| Shoot the bird down from the sky like Duck Hunt
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| You lookin' sus son, how these niggas dressin out the cloth that I’m cut from
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| But to each is own my nigga
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| Keep hustlin', streets buggin', real niggas dyin', fake niggas still lyin'
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| It’s a viscous cycle science
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| Busy tryna make sense of it
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| Realize the turkey bad I’m at an end of it
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| Now I’ma be nice until nice come back
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| Until then, nigga, light this back, be easy
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| Now I’ma be nice until nice come back
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| Until then, nigga, light this back, uh
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| Well God’s witness, I got bitches like cross fitness
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| My success may be a bit offensive
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| But my brain had been cloudy since some things changed around me
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| So polite but then at night I’m tryna get this rage up out me
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| I’m a power ranger proudly, trail blazin' in an Audi
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| I’ll be damned when they see him go by
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| But fuck whoever said the species Malcolm don’t fly
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| I ghostride my own mind, I’ll be there in no time
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| I live and died at least three or four times before
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| Had my funeral so drop the top and suicide the coffin doors
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| I’m reincarnated, back to the drawing board
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| Back to start of the board game please restart the score
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| Shit, start a war you softer than the carpet floor
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| Fuckin' with a carnivore, heart as frozen as the Arctic ocean, bring a shark to
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| shore
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| Dick in her jaws, I give her wood like a carpenter
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| Jesus and his modern form, modern form
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| Now I’ma be nice until nice come back
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| Until then nigga light this back, be easy
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| Now I’ma be nice until nice come back
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| Until then nigga light this back, be easy
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| New York city make some noise for yourselves
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| Make some noise put them jets up
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| Let me see some jets up for my departure real fast
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| We gon' go the same way we came
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| Take me out the right way |