| Fuck your MTV cribs in my father’s house is many mansions
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| I’m patient with the remnant while you all sambas tap dancin'
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| Bearing my cross in the streets I can fix your lammy
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| Got away I dress and go against god to get the Grammy
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| Tempted by the industry twice
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| Offered the glory of the rap kingdom
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| We turned them down like Christ
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| They high exceeding ??? |
| the penthouse at the label
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| Overlooking the city contract upon the table
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| They tell you bend over worship me
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| And it’s ??? |
| for the left side of the throne
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| Where you be financially stable
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| That’s the shit that made demons out of angels
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| Turn brooks Cain ??? |
| there’s Judas at every table
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| Throwin' up the ??? |
| and triple sixes
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| Warlocks and witches, ??? |
| by worldly riches
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| You sold your soul
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| You thought you walked the streets paved with gold
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| Now you the scarecrow on a yellow brick road
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| I know now what I didn’t know then (x3)
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| Savor those special moments
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| Everything that glitter ain’t gold
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| ??? |
| that’ll rate little children for
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| How you sold your soul
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| Fuck mind ??? |
| tell 'em lock and load
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| I protect my dome
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| Government body surface on Bohemian road
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| ??? |
| reaching ??? |
| what you grasp me for?
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| World ruled by evil what the future hold?
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| Only time I tell, so I tell to those
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| Never sell your soul. |
| stay free as a bird
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| Always reach for the stars, motherfuck what you heard
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| I was told as a youth, I would never be shit
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| Now worldwide time my ??? |
| infamous
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| And I stuck to the grit like pot, friends have a shot
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| Android nigga flip they turn the site clutz
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| And they feed to the fans all script didn’t tell you
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| From tell-a-vision and they downloaded digital |