| Lotta skill and no luck
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| Yeah
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| I’m yelling at the universe to hurry up and open
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| Maybe God ain’t chose me first but best believe I’m chosen
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| And even with my loans and my bones feeling broken
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| I’m dancing on the throne, blowing kush feeling golden
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| 'Cause I’m living in the future, fuck this present day shit
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| Present time is past time so present is too late bitch
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| I’ll be on my spaceship, crumbling these craters down
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| Drop a couple meteors and watch 'em take the haters down
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| I’m just tryna save the town, matter fact the galaxy
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| Paint a couple memories and hang them in the gallery
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| Fuck you if you’re mad at me, I’m just living young God
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| Liquor in my cup and some swishers in my lungs
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| City slicker in my blood, Corleone state of mind
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| Made the universe an offer that it can’t refuse
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| So I’m 'bout to blow up
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| Shock the world and take it then go back into the basement
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| My team will say «We made it» 'til we grow up
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| Lotta skill and no luck
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| You can keep the glitz, just mail me my award
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| I’ll do speeches from the Ritz
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| Singing sweet songs and melody
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| Marley ain’t no felony
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| Go and find the bird birds in the streets like Sesame
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| Yeah, I’m about to eat 'cause Russell’s got the recipe
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| Put your plate down if you ain’t down
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| But if you’re next to me
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| Grab a fork and let the feast begin, this is destiny
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| I’m about to let the beat within start directing me
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| Yeah |