| What is livin' with no obsessions?
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| Got no discretions, you know the reference behold the essence
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| Know the lessons, how you handle your liquor when holdin' weapons
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| I done took this hoodie off and the villain’s my own reflection
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| Soul possession of a sober perception with no deception, no depression
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| Life’s a test, niggas blessed when they know the questions
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| Hope for blessings, but
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| I ain’t gon' pray in no church to get 'em, curse the reverend
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| 'Cause he fake, only snakes got a thirst for venom
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| Search my denim, then
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| Fire this piece like I burnt the emblem, first amendment
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| Spit a fiery piece like a verse from Lemon (Lemon)
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| They say that a liar’s the worse defendant
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| We ain’t breakin' no rules but it’s hurts to bend 'em
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| Turnt the pendulum, now it’s swingin' in our direction
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| A martyr stressin', Satan’s tryna ruin ya bidness but you got God investin'
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| Hard to question, harbour these dark infections they start infestin'
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| Father left him, now I’m the greatest rapper, a star was destined (A star was
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| destined)
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| You choose a path or it chooses you (Chooses you)
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| Don’t let your master confuse ya view (Confuse ya view)
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| A near disaster is beautiful
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| The first to disregard all his work is last in his cubicle (In his cubicle)
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| Uh, like that kid from Nazareth, Jerusalem
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| Born to lead, niggas they still attack and abusin' you
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| Hear the laughs and amusement through the speakers
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| Who critiques us worse than our, own reflections?
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| Respect to the true believers
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| Uber eats, deliver food for thought
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| These niggas tricky like true or false, I’m true to fault
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| But I do raw with fewer faults
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| They blowin' smoke, spittin' hookah bars
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| Come 'bout my dough, I need them Gouda balls
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| Who’s to call when you’re pursuin' guidance?
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| Who’s winnin' and who’s survivin'?
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| Who’s stealin' and who’s providin'?
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| You’ll find those answers can scissor through disguises
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| They fake tough, but behind closed doors really be Dru Tejada
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| Juvenile, just so you understand I give you slow motion
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| Flow’s colder than ice rinks in Nov' Scotia
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| Most omens be right under your nose and you won’t notice
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| Once broken, trust can cause a division, a gross quotient
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| Readin' Braille with 20/20, I see clearer than ever
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| Only strive to keep my spirit together
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| Time has limits, so I spit it with intentions, I’ll be livin' forever
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| And once I’m gone, they’ll treat my lyrics as treasure
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| I feel like Beckham just, peep how I kick it, the new Vinatieri
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| But everything is natural hair, just juices and berries
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| One of the best at dodgin' blows, but it’s useful to Parry
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| I only hide from the lies, the truth shouldn’t scare you, nigga… |