| You hate the hero, understanding the foe
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| I’ve been divided, in the middle like cole
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| But only child, the attention ain’t sold though
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| I ain’t special to no hoes
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| That’s a Lambo to Volvo
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| You got hope bro but you broke though
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| Scared of being down, niggas joke though
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| Blue check grounds, the clout cloaked though
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| Shit ain’t fly to me on the young side of society
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| But I acquire the thoughts of higher me
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| To keep an eye on me, Who guided me?
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| Niggas lie to me, shit be obvious
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| Niggas think I’m Andy, see you toying us
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| Y’all annoying us, I orient the flow then take voyages
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| Talk bout taking hoes, see the ploy in us
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| Coupe go retarded, still can’t pay it off
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| Getting 3rd place, you ain’t taking off
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| Back where you started, gotta play it off
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| Shit I think about, run out of exhaust
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| Join the race at all, nigga, what’s the cost?
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| How do I prevent? |
| stop all the dents
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| I see niggas quit, you got me bent
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| Don’t need no one, bitch! |
| I ain’t on the bench
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| They taking a mile, removing the inch
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| See niggas get rich and turn to the Grinch
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| Grabbing yo shit! |
| my circle, that’s it
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| We going for space, they being a blimp
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| See dreams better, redeem cheddar, team effort
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| We deem letters a great pleasure
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| Seen lesser, dream better
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| It’s easy when I dream thee
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| Word appease me
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| See the ease, free
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| Hair good, oil tea tree
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| How I treat thee
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| Hope they need me
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| Don’t leave me
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| Now I come to make my mark, bitch
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| You skip the lies
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| Swear I’ll die lit
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| Got me seeing all this dark shit
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| Then I close my eyes
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| Now the sky’s lit
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| I don’t know if imma die lit. |
| Know I never had a pilot
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| Only thing that control me is behind my eyelids
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| And I don’t know why half the time I’m even trying it
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| But bitch I’m trying it, I admit I’m a bit fit to be
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| A tired gimmick and I’m a cynic, but my rhythm iron
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| Try to slit it, get diminished
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| Thought that I was finished
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| Oughta try sitting and listening
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| Speaking of which, it’s fucking sickening
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| I make so much music
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| Post it
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| And no one
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| Clicks the link
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| Man, what the fuck…
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| It’s easy when I dream
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| The word appease me
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| See the ease, free
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| Hair good, oil tea tree
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| How I treat thee
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| Hope they need me
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| Don’t leave me |