| You can catch me out in Rio, with a tuxedo, feeling like Leo
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| You already know the way I put it down
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| It’s just me against the world yo I get around
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| With my blue sword and my backpack
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| Coming out of my shell and they like that
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like, better yet, nah they love that
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| This for my grinders and nine-to-fivers gettin' that fava
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| Walking on lava, check the shoes, we the moving survivors
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| You sell your soul for Prada, chasing almighty dollar
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| Gaining the world but in the end, go home with nada
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| They showed us colder than Nova Scotia with vultures and winter
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| Become the prey when your family like a dinner, hold up
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| You know the routine, chasing hoop dreams
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| For songs all over the net for respect by any means
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| Skinny jeans, I ain’t got time for that
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| Deep thinker, my mind’s intact, tryna attack me
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| Check the clouds, usually that’s where I’m at
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| One step closer to home like a welcome mat
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| On the come-up from a to z
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| The message free but they pay to see me
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| Master these splinters like James, I wish you would
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| Get up in my brain for a change
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| My drive is Superman, why you in the lowest lane?
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| You can catch me out in Rio, with a tuxedo, feeling like Leo
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| You already know the way I put it down
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| It’s just me against the world yo I get around
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| With my blue sword and my backpack
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| Coming out of my shell and they like that
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like, better yet, nah they love that
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| I’m a leader with these sharp quotes
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| Why they jumping down my throat?
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| I’m just tryna help my people grow, unlike the radio, uh oh
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| They like, ‘there he go,' yeah you right ‘there he go' I think for myself while
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| I’m stepping into forever
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| Not together, we the sheep, the media really the tether
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| It’s whatever, I’m claiming my spot, and Cruella
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| Feeling like I got my groove back, and Estella
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| This fella was a late bloomer, then blossomed into my faith
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| It’s no mistake the turtle wanna race
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| Slowly but steady, calculating every single move
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| Life’s a game of chess, check yourself before you lose out
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| On the opportunity to make an improvement
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| We all kings and queens so follow the movement
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| You can catch me out in Rio, with a tuxedo, feeling like Leo
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| You already know the way I put it down
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| It’s just me against the world yo I get around
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| With my blue sword and my backpack
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| Coming out of my shell and they like that
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like, better yet, nah they love that
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| Cool dude with a style that was crafted
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| From life’s hardships I, coulda been drafted
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| By the army, but I guess God intervened
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| Couple friends fighting wars that I still haven’t seen
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| But I pray for ‘em
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| They say my music get ‘em through the tough times
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| Gotta lead the blind with my views
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| I don’t even watch the news
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| I don’t know what to believe
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| This process, like, that’s the real issue
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| But my readers digest the food for thought that I give ‘em
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| Y’all make a crap day better
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| I threw death’s letter in the shredder
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| What comes out my mouth give ‘em chills, I cold soars
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| I hope for the day all colors can unite like tie dye
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| ‘cause love is love, no matter what’chu like
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| I fight for these dreams, like Freddy third movie
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| With Scottie Royal, beam me up, this gon' be a doozy
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| You can catch me out in Rio, with a tuxedo, feeling like Leo
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| You already know the way I put it down
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| It’s just me against the world yo I get around
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| With my blue sword and my backpack
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| Coming out of my shell and they like that
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like
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| Yeah they like that
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| Yeah they like, better yet, nah they love that |