| Too stubborn to fail, too loyal for fame
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| Too grown for games, tooth long, too on
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| Too beast to tame, (ha ha) truth be in the name
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| Doomtree crew be stupid with the flames
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| Dangerous jumps, land where we aim
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| Earn every lump, own where we hang
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| Cold motherfuck what, tell me what?
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| And they can’t say nothin'
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| Ain’t nothin' I ain’t bustin'
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| Ain’t shit I ain’t seen comin'
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| Ain’t one to paint in the lines
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| Or wait by the side
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| Be the one stay a thorn, stay fly
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| And the same can’t be said for the Pac-Man of the pie
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| Stack hella hunt, ghost dance 'til I die
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| Hell L-O L-O-L
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| Rather be the witch than the one under the spell
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| Rather dig a ditch than help 'em poison the well
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| Rather hit a liq than give in to wage hell
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| Rather see my people held up instead of just held
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| Rather light a wick and fuckin' tell 'em myself
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| And if it ain’t dope what it there for?
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| And if she ain’t woke is she fine though? |
| Prolly ain’t
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| But that’s me
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| I prolly can’t count to sane on my good brain
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| Yeah-eah-eah-eah
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| Try and tell me literally anything
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| Try again
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| Yeah-eah-eah-eah
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| Try tellin' me anything
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| I give 'em insight inside the enzymes
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| The highlights of my life, I ride
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| I ride my wave, yell «Geronimo,» wild animal
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| But some afraid to get wet
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| You can spot 'em like a calico
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| But something’s different in their anecdote
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| Isn’t it revisionism like the Alamo?
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| And it goes back and forth like a palindrome
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| Work sleep, peels krow off dirt street
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| Bleached teeth and rehearsed speeches
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| I don’t fuck with those devils, got my own demons
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| Beep beep, tell 'em earth’s easy
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| Imma surf my wave 'til the dirt keep me
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| I was on a thing, some were commenting
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| But that is not a thing, they were modeling
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| I was putting my hands to the real thing
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| Wish you could see what I’ve been building
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| I’m in the future, got style by the gigabyte
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| Damn right I don’t fight with troglodytes
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| No light, they blow gas with the pilot off
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| Okay okay, cue the final boss
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| I get wild with the appetite
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| Damn right I was high like a satellite
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| Okay okay, cue the final boss
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| Imma kill it, Imma kill it, cut the vital off
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| Yeah-eah-eah-eah
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| Try and tell me literally anything
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| Try again
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| Yeah-eah-eah-eah
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| Try tellin' me anything
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| Yeah-eah-eah-eah
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| Yeah-eah-eah-eah
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| Yeah-eah-eah-eah |