| I wanna keep it pretty minimal
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| Somewhere in a studio in L.A. that’s filled with a lot of things I don’t need
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| Who designed this place? |
| It’s really cool in here
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| I was never supposed to be here, now we here
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| I’m not content with none of this shit, though, bro, be clear
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| G.O.D., G.O.D. |
| is the only thing we fear
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| It gets dangerous 'round me if you reach here
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| You’d be better off playin' the bleachers
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| Ayy, schoolin' you niggas, could give out the syllabus
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| Life gettin' better but still a bitch
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| Follow-the-leader-ass nigga
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| Can’t think for yourself, tell me who your ventriloquist
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| You wanted the G.O.A.T., well here I am
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| I’m more like a lamb, the holy one
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| Consistency is half the battle
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| You fizzled out before it begun
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| Ooh, premature (Premature)
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| I just look for the signs, get reassured (The reassurance, feelin' reassured)
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| Yeah, half of this shit, can’t read; |
| it’s foreign
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| In Copenhagen, still imported
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| I honestly can’t pronounce what I ordered
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| But I’m a fatty so I’ll take some more of it
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| Yeah (I'm on my fashion shit)
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| Ayy, stuntin' on accident, I wasn’t havin' shit (Stuntin' on niggas)
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| I seen you in real life, your Instagram’s more extravagant (Where all your
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| money at?)
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| Yeah, you mistook the money, the jewels and clothes for happiness (Now you look
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| crazy)
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| Just to impress the baddest bitch 'fore you know what her baggage is
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| Ooh, look, but I don’t judge niggas
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| I just try to make a way for the homies that really be shootin' and drug dealin'
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| Just know the alternative’s always available if you piece up and you trust
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| niggas
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| Know the system teach the opposite
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| Fuck around and treat you like the bottom bitch
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| But they can’t cover up all the godliness
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| Aura is pourin' out of me, it’s obvious
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| Follow your heart and you suffer the consequence (Suffer)
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| I won’t suffer the consequence, yeah (I won’t suffer it, yeah)
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| Yeah, everything’s common but common sense (I thought it was common)
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| So if they ask, tell 'em this
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| I was never supposed to be here, now we here
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| I’m not content with none of this shit, though, bro, be clear
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| G.O.D., G.O.D. |
| is the only thing we fear
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| It gets dangerous 'round me if you reach here
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| You’d be better off playin' the bleachers |