| Ay, look
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| Ay, clearin' out my mind so I can see well
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| Bodega Bay with my chick we pickin' up seashells
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| Lately I’ve been writing these raps and leaving out details
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| People around me thinkin' I’m happy I guess I grieve well, yeah
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| But you can see it in my eyes, luckily I grew and I learned how to
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| compartmentalize
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| Yeah, look
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| Some would sit and cry but I got energized
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| I’m not even thinkin' when I write this shit feel memorized
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| Ay, you niggas passive aggressive
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| They off th Hennessy I might pop a tab in my section
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| Look, niggas li in they raps so you know they’ll cap if you let ‘em
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| Plus they ain’t choose rap skills they just rock a rapper aesthetic
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| That’s why when they see the real niggas win it always feel epic
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| You could wear 100 chains but we judge by a different metric
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| How many times has what you put in these lines been mistook for treasure
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| How many lives you changed from the rhymes that you put together, look
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| I got here from all the shit I gave this just a reaction
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| Now I’m actin' out in Alpharetta in a G Wagon
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| Niggas lustin' over this yellow bitch that I’m tea baggin'
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| All them people round you weigh you down and keep your feet draggin'
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| Ay look, I’m activated
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| Huh, we active baby
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| Business growin' so is my payroll so you have to pay me
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| I been clockin' numbers and talkin' to my accountant lately
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| Now I know why they move to Texas my nigga tax is crazy
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| Look at what I been through then look at how I continue
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| All I had was pen and pad when I needed someone to vent to
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| Whip like Bobby le Flay and I’m servin' it off the menu
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| How many favors I gotta give you ‘fore you learn that it ain’t in you, yeah
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| Linda’s son do it for my mom wish she was here today
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| Let the tears wash over my soul and clear the fear away
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| This shit made a man out of me and he here to stay
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| Go to Matawa and autopilot and then veer away
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| Yeah, look
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| All that I endured made me more mature
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| I made mistakes but I ain’t trip too much I know my heart is pure
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| Let these niggas think they stuntin' on me I’m like oh for sure
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| I let ‘em win at shit that doesn’t matter there’s the Art of War
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| Ay, I been livin' life in a revolving door between being content with what I
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| have and always wantin' more
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| Real niggas don’t get awards the positive shit get ignored
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| Still find a way to stay in harmony that’s why I struck a chord
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| I understand that it’s a longer road til I see my reward
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| Might pop an addy cause my drug of choice coulda been purple porridge
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| Lean sipper, in the right environment a bean flipper
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| Out in Malibu with the whites like look at these niggas
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| Hey, yeah
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| Ay, look at these niggas
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| I got my shit straight from the grow out bro we breathe different
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| I start my whip with my iPhone my keys different
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| No I ain’t come here with no bitches I bet I leave with ‘em
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| No I bet I leave with all the hoes, I mean the hoes I wanna leave with
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| I don’t wanna leave with all the bitches that seems like a lot
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| You could have 98% of these women in here I don’t wanna take ‘em
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| Unless her name is Susàn, has anybody seen Susàn?
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| Is Susàn by the bar buying Hennessy?
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| Susàn, we’ve been looking for you for 4 years Susàn
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| Come with me I have… I’ll call the Uber
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| You could s-, um, it might be a- a ride share Uber so you might have to sit in
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| the middle
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| But that’s besides the point I’ll give you a ride
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| I- I don’t care who you came with Susàn that is not my problem
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| People have been looking for you for 4 years Susàn
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| Did you change your hair? |
| It looks good
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| Is it- what kind of blonde is that? |
| Cherry blonde?
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| I don’t- I mean all blonde look the same to me I’m a nigga so I’m just kinda
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| sayin' shit for real |