| KUBE
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| Hey, yeah
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| I gotta grow, nurture my goals
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| Fuck a Forbes list, I’m a list on my own
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| Repeat the flow, sorry I know
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| I lost my memory drinking alone
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| Nigga, I’m pro, I know the road
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| I fucking paved it, I reap what I sew
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| Think of the dough, I bought a home
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| I’ll buy another one bigger than most
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| Working so hard in the night
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| That it’s damaging
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| I’m addicted to the hustle and challenges
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| Putting in work, I do hours of practicing
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| I don’t ever trust the chances of gambling
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| Close both my eyes and I really get balancing really one day
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| I’ma sell out the Madison
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| Grip on your seatbelt
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| And make sure it’s fastens in we bout to go to the places they haven’t been
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| I’ma get this, I’ma get that, I don’t talk shit, only speak facts
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| Always wanna win, never relax
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| Narrow abyss, all them mad
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| Aren’t we all (Ah), hunted down
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| We can’t take that, we’re not trash
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| Praise the weak, social fads
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| Get these leeches off my back
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| (Move)
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| Know the code, been working, now they don’t
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| Go ahead and slow your roll, you’re fake, you fucking troll
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| Face tats don’t make you bro
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| Hair dye won’t save you bro, unless you got bars and flow
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| Which we both know you don’t
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| Heh, yeah, love these intros
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| Just keep it moving, keep it moving, yeah
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| Hold back, never hating
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| Fuck an image, I’m too sick
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| No mask, growing steady
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| Only roll authentic shit
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| Drop tracks, leave em messy
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| Mister Coordinator shit
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| Go back, independent
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| Dropping trash don’t make you sick (Kyuh)
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| I don’t got nothing to prove, uh
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| Nigga, I’m praised, too fluent, uh
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| These are the waves I’m moving, uh
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| Never gonna hate, they’re clueless, uh
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| This is my stage I’m ruling, uh
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| Down my booze and fill my cup
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| Living my life like it’s still sinking
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| Leaving my life, it’s not enough
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| Really been working so hard
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| I’ve been losing my mind, I’m gone off this shit
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| Really bout thinkin' it’s over, I’m dropping my bar
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| I’m so fire with my way
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| I’ve never had to part in it, I’ve never been sloppy
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| I pocket all the pain
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| Change the amount when I want it
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| Controlling the fire, I don’t care 'bout the hate
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| Oh, Scar, he is evil? |
| So are you
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| Reading comments while I’m dreaming
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| Why that talk and you resist?
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| Let' em hunt all they want, all my life I’ll never fear
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| I’m a prophet and a pagan, I’ll have a stable life for years
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| T-ta-talk you pussy, uh
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| Watch when I take over the stadiums, uh
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| They cannot see in my cranium, uh
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| Bout to take over the planet, erupt
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| All of my sounds have been critical, uh
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| Never change up that’s minimal, uh
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| Sound on the ground, I don’t ever get stuck
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| Leave all the bullshit, I don’t give a fuck
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| Scar, fuck off |