| Niggas tried to dead the God
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| But instead, the God did a flip
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| I’m not a Blood or a Crip
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| I don’t need no gang shit to get a grip
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| It’s 8 AM, I’m writing lines
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| It’s 8 AM, you sleeping behind the blinds
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| I’m not a 'need to belong' nigga, I’m God
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| The sun don’t shine on you, you wondering why that’s odd?
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| I been to Yale, been to jail, they both have they place
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| I ain’t no battle rapper, nigga, you better not spit in my face
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| You fighting a case, I’m fighting life
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| Stress make your hair fall out, strife
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| Niggas that walk with you, make sure they got heart
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| Half these niggas I never seen at the start
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| Yeah they royal, but when shit go down, are they loyal?
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| I’m hell and high water, monsoons
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| Billion winters and billion Junes
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| You ever took a bath in Brazil
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| With two bad bitches with bodies that kill?
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| You on the couch, you wanna chill
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| That’s your hallmark? |
| That’s your motherfucking skill?
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| You stay frozen in time
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| Remember in Miami we had it frozen with lime?
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| I might not be car for car, but I’m bar for bar
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| Nothing would ever diminish my star
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| I’m the rapper’s rapper, but first I’m your man
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| I wear my heart on my sleeve as sure as I stand
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| Whether we go to war for a penny or a grand
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| Whether we up top or in this hot south land
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| I won’t back down an inch
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| Teams is marked in history, how they react in a pinch
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| Understand that, yo, let’s build a legacy, a dynasty |