| Yeah, I’m a young prophet
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| Ideas are my deposit
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| Brinks trucks
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| Synched up
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| With my thoughts, fuck pockets
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| But I can’t take them with me
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| I guess lungs are the new wallets
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| No one’s talkin', straight to shootin'
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| I guess guns are the new gossip
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| You know it’s getting bad when love is the new topic
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| Everybody set to blow
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| I guess egos the new rocket
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| But I’m off it
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| Russ got it
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| I’m the fly young bachelor
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| New Bruce Wayne
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| New world traveler
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| New home is the airplane
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| You can have my old dimes
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| I always got some spare change layin' around at all times
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| Erase my number two hoes
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| I’m trynna save paper
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| Cause way later
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| They might ask for the check
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| And I don’t play waiter
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| But I’m cookin'
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| Swear to god I’m cookin heat rock
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| I’ve been plottin'
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| Watchin' all y’all fuck up from the treetops
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| Circling above like a vulture
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| Welcome to the matrix
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| I’m a glitch in the culture
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| I’ma break the mold
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| Create my own fuckin' sculpture
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| Middle fingers up
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| Bitter as fuck cause I told ya
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| But hold up, I’m cool
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| I’ve been working on my chakras
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| Becoming the change I wanna see in the world like Mahatma
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| But I’ve still got my vices
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| Still got my drive though
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| Like I still got my license
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| Still got my lightbulb
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| Like I got my lightswitch
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| And that bitch stays flickin'
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| Still got a tight grip on vision and intuition
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| Devil still throwing parties, I still throw away the invites
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| Road to success, bitches still tryna' hitchhike
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| Wrapped up in these dreams, still feeling like it’s skin-tight
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| Blind fate to the promise land, it still feel an insight
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| Still rap mean, still sing nice
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| Still got the hardest fuckin' beats, boy I been tight
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| Y’all still asleep damn, I guess I didn’t pinch right
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| Doubt verse belief, still got the whole squad ringside
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| Your crew still cut, let me show you what I trim like
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| Still got a German chick blessin' me, Gesundheit
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| Still wanna know ya fuckin' future, show me what ya friends like
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| Cause you are who you hang with
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| And I’m still here with who I came with
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| Me and Bugus down for a decade and some change
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| Bitches DIEMON in this mother fucker
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| I’m singin, oooo, you
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| Didn’t forget did you?
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| Oooo, damn
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| I’ma have to send you a reminder
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| Oooo, you
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| Didn’t forget did you?
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| I’ma rap for these niggas
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| Sing for these hoes
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| That’s just how it goes, yeah |