| This is motion uppin' poetry
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| Bullet in the chamber, wait until they get a load of me
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| Dial in from the rotary, the other end’s a ringtone
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| It’s like I’m at twenty, running to the other end zone
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| Never had a pretty woman keep me in the friend zone
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| Tryna worry not what about any of my friends on
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| Return so much I’ll probably parent till the sins gone
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| Weed under the button and the scent’s strong
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| Phone still off-limits like a motherfucker slangin' Mary
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| Delivery on time, every time, deli-very
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| Good intentions but the honest vary
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| Tryna find this piece of mind and count it out as monetary
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| My thoughts are forming into sentences
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| No telling when this evolution sends it into exodus
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| I’m not just out for the reference
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| Understood, the getting is good
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| At least the present is
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| Another victory
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| Stash be underrated, your fundamentals basic
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| Run the matrix, no dispute, I’m undebated
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| Beat banging like it’s blood related
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| Elegance is understated, orchestrations leave you sedated
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| Back fresh, recuperated, brothers in step, highly awaited
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| Long time coming, rhyme dumbing, pour something, Bacardi Lime
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| Rum inside a cup, stomach rubbing, opinions borderline jaded
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| Stretch out accounts, blackboard, sketch out the routes
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| Stop short, stepped out the house in Venice
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| Bare witness, words scripted, three dimension vivid, exceed the limits
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| Meanwhile I pencil in the digits, gangster white wall spinnin'
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| Levi denims and crushed linen, kangaroo coat with the custom stitching
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| Serve dishes, dirty soup kitchen, heavy hitter, I swing at whatever you pitching
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| Y’all better listen
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| Another victory |