| I am not a hero
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| I am not a good guy
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| I know I will deceive ya'
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| But my vision ain’t yours
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| Unless proven otherwise
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| It’s me holdin' the reins
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| Hun?
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| I am not a hero
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| I am not a good guy
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| Fuck your reckoning
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| Yeah bruh
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| You’re watching when I speak
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| Listenin' when I paint
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| If you’re cripped, don’t swim
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| Bruh
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| Be the best, be the best.
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| Be that motherfucka
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| Be like this, more like him
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| Mislead me you sucka
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| Me the chief, you the creep
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| Shape me I destroy ya'
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| Me real Indi, well indeed
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| I can’t really trust ya'
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| Out of sight niggas
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| Corazon que no siente
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| Say my shit was better before
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| But y’all were not there
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| Literally sold 5 copies of my mixtape
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| Back in the days I believed in Chano’s independence
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| Huh
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| Livin' in the stud
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| Pass the bull
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| Morning afternoon
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| Enclosed in the cube
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| Work that groove
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| Always got the woo
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| Ideas step, I stew
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| All my beats
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| Got that genius brew
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| You better listen fool
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| I’m the one
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| Ain’t no room for two
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| Oh lord
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| On my K-Dot shit
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| Shoutout for the flow
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| Bruh
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| Gotta kill my beat
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| Say, Oh lord
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| I’m mooving so quick
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| You got 1 song
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| You’re on radio
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| You might have ate a dick
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| Yea my bad if my songs get a lil darker
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| Me don’t go outside anymore
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| Days be shaping like a looper
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| I don’t wake up, I can’t sleep
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| Cook a meal and make a beat
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| Two more, then finally got ten
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| Cuz never satisfied with me
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| But i see myself improving
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| I learned some shit I couldn’t see
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| Getting bette than EI-P
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| An closer to the D-R-E
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| Ricky Rubin, Timbo, 40
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| I’m coming for your asses quick
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| I can and I’ll still be waiting
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| I ain’t got time but I got will
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| Twenty One years old
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| I work like five men
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| Never ever losing my momentum
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| Don’t speak english, yet they sing my anthems
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| Beats too good they don’t believe I made them
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| Rappper, Producer, Engineer, Video Director, Painter
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| I don’t give two fuck
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| If you think I say it too much
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| Oh lately they’ve been too many
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| To are about them toony niggas
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| Yeah too bad
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| Take a toothbrush
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| Cuz' your taste is doodoo
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| Now listen
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| He stated «sing for the hoes and rap for these niggas»
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| I’m Russ on steroids and Gogh on SSRIs
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| King Kunta with his feet
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| Swing, never switch my style
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| Life is short
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| Art is not
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| If i die my music won’t
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| Hey
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| Thank God I can breath
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| I can be what they can’t buy
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| Even when i’m weak
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| I’m sure I’m gon' fuck’em all
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| Thank God I can breath
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| I can be what they can’t buy
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| Your buzz is too fake
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| Your career is just a Vine
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| Oh |