| Niggas say they got the recipe
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| When really, they riding my energy
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| Wanna be a part of the legacy
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| Before you doubted my strategy
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| Doubters never really bothered me
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| Been on my Khaled, push major keys
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| The type that’s bringing out the melodies
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| I see demons but mu sound so heavenly. |
| Whoa
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| Been told I’m so sick need a remedy
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| Beasting on rappers my therapy
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| Another one like me there will never be
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| Another one like me there will never be
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| Out your speaker in your house like a center piece
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| I’m too vulgar they’re going to need to sensor me
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| Haters plotting their schemes trying to worry me
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| Bitch I’ll be dope till they bury me
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| Look how far I done came
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| Kept it 100 I never changed
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| Never been one to jump on a trend
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| They look at the foreign inquire what I spend
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| Rap is a business I’m minding my own
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| Deal on the table might buy me a home
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| Keeping it trill not saying that I’m on
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| But just off the skill I’m gon' get where I’m going. |
| Yeah
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| Head in the clouds
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| You mad I cleared your doubts
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| All these haters around
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| Can’t hear them I’m gone off the loud |
| They ain’t making a sound
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| Paper trail I’m just making my rounds
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| Would love to see me out for the count
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| Cause what I’m about to count
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| Is a hefty amount. |
| Whoa
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| Get the bag on your ho’s
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| Hit up the saks and buy out the store
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| A stack for the flow
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| Don’t give a damn if business is slow
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| My back to the wall
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| No one in sight when my money was low
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| Cut up the grass and snakes will show
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| Kept mines low like I knew all along
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| People are fake
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| Nobody real
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| People are fake
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| Love you today
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| Hate you tomorrow
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| People are fake
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| Smile in your face
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| Say their friends
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| People are fake
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| So much has changed
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| Now that we great
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| People are fake
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| Had enough of y’all fake shit
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| Talk a lot but don’t say shit
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| I ain’t the type for y’all to play wit
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| I’m just chasing my greatness
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| Y’all stay on that hate shit
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| Watch me rise like cake mix
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| Imma keep it real wit those I came wit
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| Hang wit, they speak my language
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| Circle is small, no squares
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| Loyalty is so rare
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| It’s So weird how y’all pretend so well like you do care
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| When it was thick smoke you was not there |
| Funny now the smoke clears
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| So called peers appear in thin air out of nowhere
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| Reason my heart is so cold
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| Cause niggas is frauds
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| So many lies they done told
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| Lies from those who were close
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| It came at a cost
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| Shows how most can be bought
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| For me it’s never a loss
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| A lesson is taught
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| Never trust them at all
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| Imma keep watching my post
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| Get to the dough
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| And put my feelings on hold
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| A line that you crossed
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| Left me out in the cold
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| I called for dogs
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| And niggas ignored
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| I weathered the storm
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| Handled my own, and in the end what I saw
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| Soon as you fall, their colors will show, and then you will know |