| My insecurity in a locked safe
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| I lose fear when I look in the mirror, at God’s face
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| I got a lotta commas in all of my song plays
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| I feel like Nas in the Lost Tapes, nothing lasts forever
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| Since I started at the bottom, I wanted the bars placed
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| More fur than a dog crate, fly as frog bait
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| To cop and cop the cost great
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| The wealthy gonna keep a blockade with a tall gate
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| 'Cause I came from more bars than Shawshank
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| Aw thanks, cold hard cash for my hot takes
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| To anyone who doubt me or told me I’m not great
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| I bet you got your crewneck zipped and your Crocs laced
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| Wait, I wrote it down 'cause I’m not Jay
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| Four kids to feed, stealing bills I’ve not played
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| Stole money out the machine, did it way
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| I’m tryna get life bitzy, Beyonce
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| They say my name go from John Blaze to blasé
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| 'Cause I been in the game since MyScape and the top eight
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| I spit it since the years there was tears in my mom’s face
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| Shit I took a crooked path but I rapped and we all straight
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| Look put the plumbing together with scotch tape
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| Flood the market like as soon as I spark it, it’s all waves
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| Can never count me out, I’m the doll when he’s on clay
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| Adjust my water bottles, let me towel off
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| I know this game is like a pressure cooker, more dicks than seven hookers
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| Make me sign abruptly and then pump me like it’s Ashton Kutcher
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| The chillest dude but in the stu I move like Benny Butcher
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| Up and coming ones, they’re my sons, I move like Devin Booker
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| Verse spitting, past my term limit
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| Me and Term both legends confirmed, we weren’t getting
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| As persistent, I don’t know what you’re sniffing
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| All my physical units are still moving, my merch flip is busy
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| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em
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| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em
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| Roll with the punches, appreciate the shit you got
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| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop
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| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em
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| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em
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| Roll with the punches (Spose, what up?), appreciate the shit you got
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| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop
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| Shit crazy when they doubt you, talk about you
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| Usually know nothing 'bout you, assuming what you’d amount to
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| I surpassed everybody in my whole city
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| And the ones who made it with me are the ones that rolled with me
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| I can never be Term, you will probably fall quickly
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| Low fifty in the clip, who ready to throw with me?
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| Spose busy, that’s my dog, I know we been both busy
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| When you put this song out, it’s finna be so litty
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| I done told y’all before the boy is no joke
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| Hit you from a mile away with no scope
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| You can lose it all today and go broke
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| Then you see who been sticking around and who won’t
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| It’s the new GOAT, who really hustled and moved dope
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| What these dudes want, I really did, don’t lose hope
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| You can change for the better, turn over a new leaf
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| Put your change in the bank and move to a new street
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| Cop a new V with low miles and Louis seats
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| Now I’m selling clothes and writing raps and doing beats
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| While my fans breaking down my lyrics like
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| Still making bands and make 'em dance like
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| Rocking new crowds, they be amazed, like, «Who is he?
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| 'Cause he body every verse and syllable to a T»
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| Learn by As, Bs, and Cs while trapping in the street
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| Never got a that’s what turned me to a G, uh
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| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em
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| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em
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| Roll with the punches, appreciate the shit you got
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| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop
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| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em
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| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em
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| Roll with the punches, appreciate the shit you got
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| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop |