| First things first
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| I’m about business
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| I’m about work
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| Sitting here thinking, how it all worked
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| Getting my winnings, getting my perks
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| Niggas wanna know how I came from the dirt
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| See, my shoes don’t shine if I run from a bird
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| Decline the lines, refine all the hurt
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| Staying inside, refuse to converse
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| Nah I don’t need them, I’m fine without them
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| Carry on scheming, I know the outcome
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| Nigga I’m seeing, all your actions
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| Look how you’re bleeding, I should have drowned you
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| Ignore the feelings, rise like a falcon
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| They commit treason, then change the outlook
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| Lyrical beating, fire like Dalsim
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| Nigga I’m screaming, I’ma get louder
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| Really I’m running to racks and the gold
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| I want it platinum and hung on my wall (Hung on my wall)
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| Don’t have a chain on my neck they can pull
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| Act like I’m broke when the bank is so full
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| Plot on the plan when there’s nothing to do bitch
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| I stay on the grind got points I can prove
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| It’s critical time bout to snap remove every doubter in sight they can taste on
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| my boot (Break)
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| Increasing all of my stats
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| Training for combat with rats
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| My sound is in a new area (Huh?)
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| I bagged up the game then I ran (Move)
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| Increasing all of my stats
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| Training for combat with rats
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| My sound is in a new area
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| I bagged up the game then I ran (Blegh)
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| They talk the talk for the gang
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| I hear the talk then I laugh
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| Relocate to a new area (Yeah)
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| I need more space for my cats
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| Increasing all of my stats (Yeah)
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| Training for combat with rats
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| My sound is in a new area
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| I bagged up the game then I ran
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| Really I’m big dog
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| I got gold in my home no wristwatch
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| That Bulganin sold like big rocks
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| Got silicon road dough with stocks
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| I don’t want you to know what I’ve been on
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| Never rapped for a cheque but my deals hot
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| Niggas came in my life now they’ve been gone
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| Paid a quarter of a mill' just to fuck off (Fucking peasant, aye)
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| Nigga I see the plot
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| I’m 'bout to beat the odds
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| Let me not speak my wrongs
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| We don’t care if they’re deep or not, aye
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| Nigga I see the plot
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| I’m 'bout to beat the odds
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| Let me not speak my wrongs
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| We don’t care if they’re deep or not
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| The hate that I feel is strong
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| Some things that I sing are wrong
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| So focused on keeping on
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| It comes with the things you love
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| Everyone’s loving the movement
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| Flex and flex on my rhymes
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| Sometimes I think that I’ll lost it
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| Not nothing I have just my mind
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| Sometimes I feel alone in this shit, God damn
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| Can someone please tell me how to live, God damn
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| I know I’m a God with the sheep, God damn
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| I still feel alone in this shit (Fuck)
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| Increasing all of my stats
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| Training for combat with rats
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| My sound is in a new area
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| I bagged up the game then I ran (Fuck)
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| Nigga I see the plot
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| I’m 'bout to beat the odds
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| Let me not speak my wrongs
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| We don’t care if they’re deep or not
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| We don’t, fucking care, about, the shit you’re on
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| We don’t, fucking care, about, the shit you’re on (Ugh, ugh)
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| Me no wan nobody to talk to me right now, hear?
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| Everyt’ing alright
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| Ready? |