| Say that
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| If you a industry nigga, turn this shit off now
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| Fuck your stream
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| In time, I had to learn to only eat what I can digest
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| I know they emulate the end result but not the process
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| I really been wide awake, I barely close my eyes when I rest
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| You niggas been out of place, walk in my home to climb up my steps
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| The audacity, y’all could just talk blasphemy
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| God witness, y’all casually bartered it
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| Dawg taxin', he fraudulent
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| Y’all actually fallin', it’s called gravity
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| Targeted across the galaxies, orbitin'
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| Sonin' niggas, feel like he should call me dad, but he fatherless
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| To them workers that only brought me half, I need all of it
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| With a purpose
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| Made a choice and threw these stones at big boys
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| To whom beholds it with poise
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| I let Mickey use my studio to diss Royce
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| But not for no beef purposes
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| Because I peak when the heat surfaces
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| For these MCs to compete through each verses
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| And the streets nurture it
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| I believe in what each person is
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| Either you sweet or rise to your feet
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| I read nervousness, but at least learn some shit
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| Now who paid these niggas off?
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| He got away with snitchin' like the old lady on the porch
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| I’m goin' crazy in my thoughts, tryna help my brother eat
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| I’d rather die than see the day he call me boss
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| That shit like rabies to my dawgs, nigga
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| Yeah, yeah
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| You can’t just say that he in charge, nigga
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| Yeah, that’s facts
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| Them people label me a god, nigga
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| Yeah, you know I’m usually with the fam
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| First you see me, then you don’t see me like Boosie Instagram
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| Toolie in my pants, just order y’all arraignment
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| I ain’t scared to get these off, shit don’t piss me off
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| My daughter potty trainin'
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| Long as I exit out that door that I just came in
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| Outside, you just can’t walk without no pavement
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| Can’t talk without no language
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| And of course, them fouls go flagrant
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| The league is soft now
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| Was married to the game, but we divorced now
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| 'Cause she endorse clout
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| And we ignore doubt, gon' be a long movie
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| Them bitches is all groupies, broke down more niggas than Paul Mooney
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| Talk to me, not at me
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| I live with the fiends in my alley
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| Defended the dream like John Salley
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| Moms had me carryin' groceries 'til my fingers was losin' feeling
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| My father had no emotion, he told me to lose my feelings
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| Even if you the hero, they still gon' treat you like you the villain
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| As if you the nigga committin' all these crimes and ruthless killings
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| We losin' children
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| Babies gettin' lost, nigga
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| He killed 'em with kindness, they think he gettin' soft, nigga
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| You pay me a late fee, then maybe we could talk, nigga
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| Money ain’t gon' change me, that’s like rabies to my dawgs, nigga
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| Fraud nigga
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| That’s y’all niggas, yeah
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| You can’t just say that he in charge, nigga
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| Don’t mean all niggas, yeah
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| Them people label me a god, nigga
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| On God, nigga |