| No car, no license, I still got drive
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| And I’m still on fire when it’s cold outside
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| Trying to survive, my enemies don’t want me alive
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| But I’m not gonna sit back while these particles all collide
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| I’m about to pick up all the pieces, and put them back together
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| Just to floss all my thoughts, to ones that told me never
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| The water starts to rise, and collect like a debt
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| By the time, that it get to your neck, you’re a wreck
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| And I bet, that you let, anybody pull you down
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| Pressure all around, muffled out sound as you start to drown
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| I’m breathing underwater like the Loch Ness
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| With old pirates' gold that’s locked in wooden boxes
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| Twenty thousand leagues, where mermaids are topless
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| I’m one with the agua, like H2O droplets
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| Slave to the wave, I belong under pressure
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| I bet you never expected I’d turn you into a specter
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| Body parts on the stretcher, heart darker than Dexter
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| Snatch the varsity letter off a Harvard professor
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| My money’s marketed better than stock market investors
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| You’re at the Walmart register next to child molesters, ew
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| If one of my old niggas tell me that life is a promise
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| It makes a liar out of everyone, just to be honest
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| Don’t judge my wits on stupid shit, cause I’m speaking ebonics
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| I read you dumb motherfuckers, you niggas is phonics
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| Don’t get hooked on, just for the days that was overlooked on
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| So let it rain, no umbrella for pain
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| I feel it down to the marrow, the skeleton what remain
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| This shit is Robert DeNiro, a raging bull in the game
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| I’m Allah, so read this like a scripture
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| I shook the whole world, think we need a new Richter
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| My own mindframe that’s as vivid as a picture
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| Watch me captivate as I decapitate the victor
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| I’m all crews, man you artists are just all in my way
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| Bury you alive and watch your body just rot and decay
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| Look me in my eyes while you die and I shock in your face
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| Make you wish it wasn’t Pac gone and instead it was Drake
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| Democratic pockets, campaigning with head of the states
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| With bitches who ain’t giving head, but I’m fucking their face
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| It’s like I’m trapped inside a scale, I’m stuck in my ways
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| Devil want my soul, I just hoping he willing to pay
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| This sound fly like a Charlie Brown Christmas
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| Although it’s more vicious
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| I’m all about my business, I’m calling out you bitches
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| I’m rapping then we scrapping, then I’m pulling out the stitches
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| Vanilla Godzilla, Ap’s burning all his bridges
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| I travel underwater like I’m suicidal, soaking in the tub
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| Eyes open feel the motion of the flood
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| Drag me out into the ocean, buried deep under the mud
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| I’m Moses with the flow, turn the water into blood
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| Like Carrie on the stage, y’all are barely of age
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| You should be very afraid, cause Ap carries a gauge
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| And Ap carries grenades, an adversary that raids
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| And invades, I’m enraged, none escape, no one saved
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| I’m a wave, I’m a typhoon and everyone die soon
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| Saloon gun slinger, pulling triggers at high noon
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| The rising moon that makes all of the tides move
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| I’ll fuck a rich cougar, I’m just one of her side dudes
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| I’m in one of my moods you’ll never survive through
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| Ap is so driven, you just work in a drive-thru
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| So write a diss record that I’ll never reply to
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| I’ll say a voodoo spell and put a devil inside you
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| Make your troubles go away, blow away (x2) |