| Do me a favor
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| Stop leaving your kids in the car
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| And then, and then shopping
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| That’s bad parenting
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| It’s not a good look
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| Feel like Johnny Cash in that all black
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| Told my friends and they all laughed
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| I wrote «Be Yourself» in the hallway, spray painted in all caps
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| Cut myself and I still bleed
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| Religious people don’t feel me
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| We got nominated for some award
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| But I don’t care ‘cause I’m still me and I’m livin' life
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| I got no room for the old me
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| I went to Brooklyn, got no sleep
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| We don’t pop mollies and smoke weed, can we dim the lights
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| Recording emo songs over trap beats
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| They sendin' shots pointed at me
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| But I’m duckin' them like I’m Ali, cause I’m in the fight
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| We don’t look at rappers for inspiration
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| I can’t relate to what you’re saying
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| I been this way and I’m never changing
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| It’s Social Club, Wu-Tang, Dipset
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| And you mix it up, the misfits know that we live and love
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| And we keep going, never giving up
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| Cause we been trill
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| Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
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| Homie I’ve been trill
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| Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
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| Yeah, I’ve been trill
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| Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
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| Homie I’ve been trill
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| Livin' that life, livin' that life, livin' that life
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| I’ve been trill
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| Yeah, Santino home
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| Got my son by my side and I feel a certain way about it
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| So many flights now I’m riding no problem
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| Ask Martymar how I talk to the pilots
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| I talk to the stewardess she bring me my coffee
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| Curb Your Enthusiasm got me laughing
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| Puerto Rican Larry David of rapping
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| What happens is ya’ll are not living your passion
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| You’re living the life of another
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| Wish you could die when you fumble
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| You think you’re game over, you stumbled
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| But walking away from your faith
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| Is no way to replace everything He’s already done for you
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| Dang… and I been trill
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| Been skilled with that pencil still
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| Been freestyling for 15 years
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| When I write it down know it’s been killed and I been trill
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| No pressure, no gang signs, no hand gestures
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| No competition, don’t even measure
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| Spittin deeper than buried treasure
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| Now I been trill, know the truth hurts
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| Got my high beams on in my new hearse
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| Cause I just died, yeah I still struggle
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| Why I wrote it down in this new verse
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| And I been trill, Benjamin Trillington
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| Social Club boys in the building bruh
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| Telling ‘em God has a plan for they life
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| And if you hate on that then I don’t know what you living for
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| New house, new car
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| Got the same spouse, with some new kids
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| On my old block like my old pops
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| When we first came to the U.S., cause I been trill |