| Checking on my Twitter feed, I throw a couple seeds in
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| Hope you fucking feast food for your thoughts, boss
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| A dime a dozen
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| The naked truth like dimes on a King cover
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| Demarcus Cousin, I couldn’t cover unkindess
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| Feeling a couple comments they come with, I’m your higness
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| Respect that where your chest at lioness? |
| They blank it out
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| Then remember when you banking out
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| Testing me like Apollo, ain’t no clowns in house
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| You see this tiger crouched 'bout to pounce on 'em
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| Plan B’s for the morning after
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| In mourning for those that gave in too early and living dorment
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| I’m feeling like the doorman, they all open for me
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| I walk right through, the view of 100 stories
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| In despair I rise like Ware
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| No matter the breaks, stairs I’m climbing 'em Ferris
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| Wheels, unlike stationary, we move on
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| Forget what you’ll never know, just know I’m the Don
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| Dada that got you bothered, Korea and Obama
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| I’m the threat to your persona of being ill
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| But you wanna be still, enjoy your meals
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| In Osaka wit my Ahk I’m just a rapper though
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| Sacrifices that you’ll never know
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| Like love and friends and my kin stressing me about my ends
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| To no end until I cop a Benz with rims
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| But you’ll never know
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| Yeah, they’ll never understand the sacrifices
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| Just now when we shop we don’t ask the prices
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| We look good too 'em, but it’s double-sided
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| No complaints just as long as the money piling
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| Grinding, no breaks on this interstate
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| Niggas ain’t participate, can’t get a plate
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| Crooked nigga all my life, finally got it straight
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| Took a nigga all his life, finally got a steak
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| Never understand the process
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| They speculate your lifestyle and don’t account the losses
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| Underestimate what it took to get it popping
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| Like ain’t almost lose my whole life on Slauson
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| Looking forward never was an option
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| Ended up running into everything besides it
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| When everybody blinded to real life logic
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| The ones we said were crazy, we the brightest stars shining
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| Yo — Soul
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| Still caught up in the rhapsody
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| Don’t confuse my freedom of speech for apathy
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| I prefer words like empathy or absolutely
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| But actually, my extensive vocabulary is blashpemy
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| The more you know the more you wish you didn’t
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| The more I saw the more I wish I didn’t have to see
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| And I ain’t chopping trees, just tryng to chop it up with you
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| I heard that they copping my content across the continent
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| The mic check 1−2's turned to checks I deposited
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| And ain’t nothing wrong with checking into colleges
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| All in all, know it adds up, staying positive
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| That’s common sense, like water for chocolate
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| Riding high with my dawgs, man, y’all tried to top it
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| I kept the soul in the game, check your pulse
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| Hit the beat with my flow
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| I speak what I know, I reap what I sow
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| Bear the fruits to my labor
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| Diced pineapples on my rider, I’ll see you later
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| I’m onto bigger things, I can’t do it mini anymore
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| Labels say I’m more marketable than a grocery store
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| Got some dollars on my fix, I ain’t broke anymore
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| And it seem like don’t nobody know me no more
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| Somebody said ''Soul, did you sell your soul?''
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| And I could say yes or no
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| But you never know |