| You ain’t seen me for a minute, but I been here
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| Money getting longer like my chin hair (my beard)
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| I sport the latest style of swimwear
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| I wish I woulda known that life would be this way
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| Then again, if I knew, then would I do it the same
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| Beamer Olive but it’s blue in the rain
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| Copped my man a matching six and now we two of the same
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| It’s only right, right? |
| Right
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| Everybody eating man (right)
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| But me first, I’m a hunter and I’m selfish
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| Dunk on Tim Duncan, 360° on ya bitch’s face
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| Jump in the rental with the Maryland tags
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| Don’t make me go inside the traveling bag (come out the javelin)
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| Then put my spoon inside the pudding in the ramekin
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| Leave you in past tense
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| All my bitches got accents, and big fat asses in a black Benz
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| Don’t even call, cause I’m in Rome
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| Peace to all my fucking people locked up that should’ve been home
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| My whole life was running away
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| But now I run with the wind
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| Don’t know what else they gonna say
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| Look he done it again
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| Glory, glory, all I want
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| But now I’m out of the dark
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| It all started with a little spark
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| The word is fucking bond.
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| Check as I open up my mind, and I open up my chakras
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| Perceiving in the light, as I focus through my optics
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| Third eye watching, stay open when I’m sleeping
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| Less sleep, more work, but I always stay dreaming
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| Life stays seeming like I’m drifting
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| «Stay scheming» niggas wanna slaughter my existence
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| But I stay shifting in different realities
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| And ask the higher Gods, Change the channel when balancing me
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| Like let me know, let me know what, let me know what it is
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| Let me tell 'em, Let me tell 'em, what’s wrong with the kids
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| Like a Pro Era crew, wait, Joey Bad, who?
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| Oh the Joey that blew like indigo hue
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| He’s a indigo too, sent to lead the generation
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| Consciousness, awareness, and world domination
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| Face it, the government’s been out to replace em
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| But every route’s been miss-taken |