| Son, I’m here to bring a lil bit of heat to the climate
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| That you could hold forever like the peace of the silent
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| The same hand I used to try to reach for the sky with
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| Just found a black box with a piece of the pilot
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| I’m tryina make a movement
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| Like warith deen mohammed
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| And it ain’t gonna move if the machine ain’t behind it
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| You wanna be grassroots
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| That’s cool, but cash rules everything around
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| So your dream’s on consignment
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| You claiming independent like it’s july 4th
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| But you pay for them to spin it, what do you lie for
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| Make me wanna hit you with a fucking two-by-four
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| 'til it’s sticking out your head like a unicorn
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| This ain’t a uniform
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| It’s my body to the belly with it
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| So pour another shot of belvy in it
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| There’s a war going on inside so either help me win it
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| Or suck my dick and take a selfie with it
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| Hook:
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| For the fish outta water
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| In his last moment
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| Praying for a river 'round the corner
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| And for the kids out of order
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| Living mad hopeless
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| I blame it on the way that they were brought up
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| Yo i’mma need that mic back like
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| Attention teachers and students
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| This is deeper than music
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| A thunder god’s speaking
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| Son, I’m not leaving 'til the money Joss Whedon
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| Can’t nothing stop me until I’m asleep the with tulips
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| If i ain’t on your top ten list then y’all don’t know what a top ten is
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| I’m all that you asked for fans from the trap to the tractor
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| Back court covered in the glass from the backboard
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| You want to see it simple and plain
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| The whole picture doesn’t ever really fit in a frame
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| And sometimes you just live with the pain
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| Like how my right leg gets stiff in the rain
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| But you don’t hear me complain cause my fam go thru it
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| And my mans go thru it, so i rambo through it
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| Shit, my mother’s got cancer in her bones
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| Don’t tell me watch a motherfucking throne
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| Soul done changed
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| Hook:
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| For the fish outta water
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| In his last moment
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| Praying for a river 'round the corner
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| And for the kids out of order
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| Living mad hopeless
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| I blame it on the way that they were brought up |