| You ever felt like a week felt like a month?
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| A minute felt like an hour?
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| A second felt like a minute?
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| Y’know what I’m saying?
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| A year felt like ten?
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| Well I have, check it
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| Weeks are months
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| Time going so slow
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| in the four
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| Four blasts from the front door
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| Gimme some sun so I can grow
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| I’ll make it and mama I’m finna blow
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| I’m taking it, mama, letting you know
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| Treat every song like its my first show
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| And every show like its my first take
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| And every take like my first date
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| Making something outta nothing, great
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| The sole controller of my own fate, wait
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| They don’t want me making no cake
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| Bait the fish outta the water and add to the plate
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| Deciphering fruits of math, making pace
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| You a hypocrite, check the hypothesis
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| You hysterical, you niggas is novices
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| What the problem is?
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| Not the colleges
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| Peep the sciences
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| It’s no alliances
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| Time going so slow it needs to speed
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| I’m stacking riches for my unborn seeds
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| Breaking the generational curse of poverty
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| In this land of devils, in this home of greed
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| Time going so slow it needs to speed
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| I’m stacking riches for my unborn seeds
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| Breaking the generational curse of poverty
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| Buying up the block and owning the property
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| They tell me hit 'em with that uhh, hot shit
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| Pass me the Glock shit
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| Rock you out like a locksmith
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| Fill you with hot shit
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| Miss me with all that nonsense
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| I don’t fuck with you niggas
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| Pick up the chopsticks |