| Ambitious, but I’m gifted, so I back it up
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| You must have got thicker over summer, girl just back it up
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| I’m running circles around these niggas, I might lap 'em up
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| And you know I got to check 'em when they acting up, yeah
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| Hoping you’ll stay, knowing you’ll leave
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| Two things I love, money and weed
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| School of the streets, got no degree
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| Blind in my ways, hoping you’ll see
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| So I spend my days doing drugs and writing rhymes
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| Knowing they don’t get it but I’m
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| Faded, pop a pill up in the clouds
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| Stay in, ain’t no way we’re coming down
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| Baby, life is just too crazy now
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| Everytime I feel it now
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| I just want to feel it loud
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| Goddamn
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| I will not stop 'till the world’s in the palm of my hands
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| Oh yeah
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| And I won’t give up until they all understand
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| Supplement changes for stressing
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| Like you ain’t who you said you were
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| Hands in the arch for my blessings
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| My girl think that I pray too much
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| Spend my time and hang too much
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| Like don’t say those raps at my table
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| Putting my trust in my future
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| Like I’m on one, let’s get faded
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| Know I got a ways to go, but feel like I seen it all
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| Got a white girl who loves hip hop, swear she Rachel Dolezal
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| Y’all just going through the motions
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| Hope you float until you fall
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| Cause I’m out the back door
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| Never waiting to get what I asked for
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| Faded, pop a pill up in the clouds
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| Stay in, ain’t no way we’re coming down
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| Baby, life is just too crazy now
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| Everytime I feel it now
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| I just want to feel it loud
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| Goddamn
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| I will not stop 'till the world’s in the palm of my hands
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| Oh yeah
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| And I won’t give up until they all understand
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| Smoking for my mental
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| Suite is presidential
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| I sent her home with flowers as a memento
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| She told all of her friends though
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| We barely even friends though
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| Girl, slow your roll, slow your tempo
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| Some niggas was doubting, I knew it from the get go
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| Hate’s a strong word, takes a while for you to let go
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| Pinky and the Brain shit, flying private planes shit
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| Yeah, tonight I’m trying to get through, get through
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| Faded, pop a pill up in the clouds
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| Stay in, ain’t no way we’re coming down
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| Baby, life is just too crazy now
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| Everytime I feel it now
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| I just want to feel it loud
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| Goddamn
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| I will not stop 'till the world’s in the palm of my hands
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| Oh yeah
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| And I won’t give up until they all understand |