| Everybody wanna be a beast
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| Until it’s time to do what beasts do
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| They can put the trashman on the stand when I’m fighting the charges
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| I don’t care, I’ll still put your life in the garbage
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| And I’ma still be righteous regardless
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| That door that you opening up to friends and fans is likely revolving
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| They don’t always like to see you evolving
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| Let’s go
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| Come on down these roads
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| Where shit can get real thick real quick
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| I chose this path so I suppose I have to deal with it
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| And no, this isn’t an encore
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| It’s more like a presentation by a boy fly as a Concorde with reservations
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| levitatin'
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| Demonstratin' longevity, as he’s never left the sky because he’s never been let
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| down by his own revelation
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| I left Patrón alone with strong meditation but I’m convinced it’s in my
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| chromosome 'cause my heart’s forever racing
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| I zone every day but I’m never dated
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| Even rechrome on every Saturday tints
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| I’m a culmination of all the reverend hates and the omen, but never Satan
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| I’m knowin' heaven’s wait
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| If you come on down these roads
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| Down these roads where there’s not a free soul
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| Quick highs, complete lows
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| Everything in here is expensive, even cheap clothes
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| He’s hot, he’s cold
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| Here we go
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| 'Round and 'round we go
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| First they love you
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| Go
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| Then they hate you
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| Go
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| Then they love you again, and it’s
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| 'Round and 'round we go
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| Then they hate you
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| Go
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| Then they love you
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| Go
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| Then they hate you again
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| Come on down these roads
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| Where people get real slick real quick
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| Makin' millions ain’t even the guarantee
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| But you will eat so in a sense, this is your meal ticket
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| Niggas will sit and eat with ya
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| Leechers and ass and feet-kissers
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| Trash bitches and sit and wait for you to finish that cheap liquor so she can
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| sleep with ya
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| But naw, this ain’t back in the day
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| These bitches these days like to take sneak pictures without asking you straight
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| Shit, she might even end up leakin' 'em to the internet
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| Five minutes before your bride-to-be can pass the bouquet
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| For that infamous five minutes of fame
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| It’s crucial timin' but you decided to
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| Come on down these roads
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| But you done signed it
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| The contract is in black and white
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| And you might as well try to just make a movie out it
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| You livin' inside the house fans built
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| They might decide to move you out and
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| 'Round and 'round we go
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| First they love you
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| Go
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| Then they hate you
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| Go
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| Then they love you again, and it’s
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| 'Round and 'round we go
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| Then they hate you
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| Go
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| Then they love you
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| Go
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| Then they hate you again
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| Come on down these roads
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| Where shit can get real lit
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| Niggas can fly quick as they wheels lift
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| Over that SoundScan, that Nielsen
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| Over that crowd chant, they will sin
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| Over that ball life, life flashes right before our eyes
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| Like that check engine, that aura light
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| You might go fuck a whore and roar, you know I’m right
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| Your wifey tryna claw and fight for ya
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| Blowin' up your phone at 4 at night
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| She might go fuck your boss in spite
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| That’s if you not the loyal type
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| That’s if you got the kind of boys who mad 'cause you don’t throw 'em cash
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| Each time they owe and ask you to go and stashes
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| If the answer’s no, then you so irrational
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| You the one who ruined 'em, you shouldn’t have spoiled his ass then
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| But you don’t wanna hear that one
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| Come on down these roads
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| Where by the time that you’ve developed a buzz
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| You realize that Coke ain’t even a helluva drug
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| Rick James lied to you 'cause everybody and their mom do it
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| You might’ve even been high and seen God do it
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| 'Round and 'round we go
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| First they love you
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| Go
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| Then they hate you
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| Go
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| Then they love you again, and it’s
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| 'Round and 'round we go
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| Then they hate you
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| Go
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| Then they love you
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| Go
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| Then they hate you again |