| I’ts that west coast, best mode
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| Ride around and play shit
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| Dancing on the moon
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| As soon as I walk out my space ship
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| I make this
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| Music for myself
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| So fuck the fakeness
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| Either you gon' feel it
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| Cause you’re real or you’re gon' hate this
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| And my statement is my movement
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| I take it while you lose it
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| Facilitated dreams inbetween …
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| And the shepard
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| Converted she put every single record
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| And my good is always better than your best
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| So fuck your efforts
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| I’m a young gun
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| Gunnin' for your spot motherfucker
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| I’m the unsung, drumming at the top motherfucker
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| 'til I die still I rise above the evils
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| Out in California steady lighting up the cheesel
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| Reme… and chains on the veins in the people
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| Tryna end the pain in a world of needles
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| Temptation runs deep when the truth acts feedle
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| And these beats my candles and my mind is the easle motherfucker
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| This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah
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| But don’t you want it? |
| don’t you wanna have it?
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| Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it
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| But I’m just me so how did I get this far? |
| yeah
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| But don’t I want it? |
| don’t I wanna have it?
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| Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it
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| Flight light, brights lights on the runway
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| Rap dream, cash feen
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| Life on the one way
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| I sneak around with the devil every sunday
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| Rassle in these sheets as my beats freed the fodge way
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| We let the sun raise
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| Energize the power
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| Pass a couple blunts then we fuck inside the shower
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| 'til it’s time to go
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| I let my mind at home
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| I swear the world is always dressed up in designer clothes
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| But I’ma be a billionaire
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| Yeah you can quote that
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| I’m about to blow off my lines call it coke-rap
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| I make the best beats, but everybody knows that
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| And I find my way without directions overrode nut
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| So tell me where hoes at
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| I feel like acting reckless
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| I’ve been addicted … in breakfast
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| We floatin' in that deep blues
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| See if something precious
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| And she’s trying on her necklace made of diamonds and resentment
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| God damn…
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| This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah
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| But don’t you want it? |
| don’t you wanna have it?
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| Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it
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| But I’m just me so how did I get this far? |
| yeah
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| But don’t I want it? |
| don’t I wanna have it?
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| Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it
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| Yeah, ok my name stayed the same
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| But these girls camera frame
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| From changing the way they call it
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| I’ma walk it like I talk it
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| 'til the show is over
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| I’m a fucking alcoholic
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| 'til the show is over
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| And then I’m leavin' in a bucket
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| But I push it like a benz
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| Cause I’m breathing so let’s fuck it
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| 'til I get some mo inns
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| I’ma make a couple hits
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| Then I hit the dealership
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| Black car, yellow seats
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| Ridin' like I steal a bitch
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| I feel the itch to renovate my life
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| Seperate the past with the glass full of life
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| I might be living wrong
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| But it feels so right
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| I’m a ticking time bomb
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| And I’m blowing up tonight
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| Cause trust me, I’ve been patient
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| 6 years in the making
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| Beats everyday since 9th grade in the basement
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| Got me jaded to my own shit
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| So I’m just faded tryin' to own shit
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| Groupies needed two of me
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| But I don’t have a clone, bitch
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| This can’t be real this feeling that I feel, yeah
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| But don’t you want it? |
| don’t you wanna have it?
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| Hanging in your face now you finally got to grab it
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| But I’m just me so how did I get this far? |
| yeah
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| But don’t I want it? |
| don’t I wanna have it?
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| Hanging in my face now I finally got to grab it |