| I can’t feel pain no more
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| My mental is infinite
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| 'bout to be infamous
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| Young and i’m killin' shit
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| Murder my innocence
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| Hidin' from visitors
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| Fuck them niggas
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| I sit on my own with the illest
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| I water myself with the instincts
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| Travelling distance
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| Going ballistic
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| Thinking a nigga’s sadistic
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| Never been nothing artistic, aye
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| I like to fly when I’m dreaming, aye
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| I fall asleep in the meeting
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| They waking me up
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| It’s the signature season, damn
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| I’m so woke I sleep with, aye
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| I ignore the things you say
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| I can’t sign my life away
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| Yung Scar is a god
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| Got it written in my name
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| Never too much to believe
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| Never had a CV or a Degree
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| I fly like i don’t need fee
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| Close my eyes so I can’t see
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| The deceit in keys, yeah
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| Repeat it till i succeed, yeah
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| Watch me go work the machines, yeah
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| Control alt delete, damn
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| Catch me at the front of the line, I never queue
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| I’ve been working hard this time, ima move
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| I won’t miss no one
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| Except the old me that I used, aye
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| I should probably ring my fuckin' dad
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| It’s overdue, yuh
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| Reevaluated life and now I fixed up
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| You’ll never catch me down and out
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| I’m always up above
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| I’m the prophet that I wanted
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| I took off the gloves
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| Wayyyyy too wavy for these niggas sending shots
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| I see your magazine
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| All the time
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| When i’m rolling
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| Who’s that girl
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| On the cover?
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| Damn
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| I think I really know her
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| I’m just tripping 'cuz i’m sober
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| Always drinking like a loner
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| Peeling chips off of my shoulders
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| Life got real when I got older, damn
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| Can’t waste time on you
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| I saw elephants in your room
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| Used to get stressed from the things I knew
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| Now I chill and kick back like I know Kung-Fu
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| It’s easy don
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| Yung Lxrd’s out here
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| I had to put myself out there
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| I love the way that I’m soundin'
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| I think I’m fuckin' astounding'
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| These niggas they tell me to wait
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| I’ve got 'em shook to the point where they shaking away
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| I’ve got some shit on my plate, yeah
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| I’ll die before anyone else gets a taste
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| Your squads full of fuckboys thats waste
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| Be yourself and not your mates
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| I had to change my lane again
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| You’re not real I see your face
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| Uh, aye
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| Talkin real shit (real shit), aye
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| Made me tell you bout this real shit, aye
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| Your fuckin' life isnt real bitch, aye
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| That’s some real shit, woah aye
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| Talkin real shit (real shit), aye
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| Your lifes not real bitch, damn aye
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| That’s some real shit, woah aye
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| Freestyle that ting |