| But to contradict that matter again
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| To the point where nothing matters again
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| More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved
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| And more fame just means more paranoia involved
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| I done made friends, lost friends, same hour
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| Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power
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| Uh, same tricks, same cowards
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| Why I be like fuck any nigga that ain’t ours
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| Never slipping, never threatened
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| I think they forgetting for a second non-fiction ain’t a weapon
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| Thoughts could be hypnotic, nah, just neurotic
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| Called oft psychotic, flawed by off logic, but I got this
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| Last night I saw the devil sitting in my room
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| And we greeted with a smile
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| Said that he had been there for a while
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| But to contradict that matter again
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| To the point where nothing matters again
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| More money, more problems, more cases, more lawyers involved
|
| And more fame just means more paranoia involved
|
| I done made friends, lost friends, same hour
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| Tried to use my troops as a means to gain power
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| Uh, same tricks, same cowards |