| Follow that, no apologies for the tone of the holla back
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| But all we tryin to see is a openin out of that
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| Fuck the out of reach, I’m goin around the back
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| Need a role model, tell 'em role model that
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| I speak upon it and see I ain’t runnin out of raps
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| Pray that if you follow, you take the horror up out of that
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| Take it for what it be, take it for what you need
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| Plannin on what you see, say it and let it breathe
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| Serenade on the beat and serenade me at the same
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| I give 'em me, so if it’s me that they blame
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| They aye, no shame (no shame), huh, no sir (no sir)
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| Just rubber bands around the shit we concur
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| (Just rubber bands around the shit we concur)
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| Rubber bands around the shit that we earn
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| Get enough rubber bands and everything is a blur
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| But without enough of 'em everything we prefer
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| Is a mirage, so I need garages now, ya heard, huh?
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| Heart made of metal, shoulders made of stone
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| I talk through the echoes and throw away the hope
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| Another day, another dollar, go for what I know
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| Another day, another dollar, I go until it’s gone
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| Tell 'em heart made of metal, shoulders made of stone
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| I talk through the echoes and throw away the hope
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| Another day, another dollar, go for what I know
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| Another day, another dollar, I go until it’s gone
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| And now it seems, all the money possibilities surroundin me
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| Is addin up to everywhere that I’m about to be
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| Some of the most heinous but the whole aim is
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| To be the one and done, never have to go gain it
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| So yeah I’m gon' gain it and be around to see it
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| Convey the stresses to every section of crowd that’s seated
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| Stoop dreams and splittin a two piece
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| And pointin at better cars and learnin to loop beats
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| Mask on, my emotions is velcroed
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| I’m past gone but the only one that can tell so
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| So I tuck it, ain’t no reason to up it
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| Reachin above the oven and see the dreams in the cupboard
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| Pay 'em no never mind or see 'em and get to runnin
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| Either to 'em or from it, intuition is jumpin
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| About as bright as the lights that you measurin under
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| Loud as the sound of the pound sittin next to the covers, I tell 'em
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| Yeah, celebrate for the way that we levitate
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| Huh, I never wait, tell 'em to get it straight
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| But I know that when I move, the eyes that’s on me
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| Are the eyes that I cherish most, so I’m tryin to be all clean
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| But I be doin the most and hope they ignore the lead
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| But if they don’t, I’m guilty as charged, it’s all me
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| Still I, celebrate for the way that we levitate
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| Huh, I never wait, tell 'em to get it straight, got
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| Yeah |