| Came up nigga no elevators
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| Elevatin' haters with a pen and paper
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| Need to save up for some respirators
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| Cause these niggas hearts is filled up with hatin'
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| I’m the latest but they run from Satan
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| Fuckin' slaves to paper but they never wake up
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| Demon faces powdered up with makeup
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| Only want the cake and I’m supposed to take her
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| Represent for the new age message
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| Tryna give my generation some leverage
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| Been a member of the dark remember?
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| The fall of my soul, that’s my November
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| Raise up into the light
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| It’s only right that I lead the fight
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| I’m the sun up after the night
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| Givin' insight to resurrect lives
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| Elixir sips, my nigga, take a hit
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| Your soul paper thin my soul extra thick
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| I’m on my ancient shit, you can’t pay for this
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| No genie in a bottle but I get my wish, uh
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| Started from the bottom with no pot to piss
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| Now my generation love me and my conscious shit
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| Bull doze your prius, no stoppin' this
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| Weak niggas call it cocky but it’s confidence
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| 'Til the day I rest I’m a beast like the Loch Ness
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| The best low-key, that’s me young profit
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| Spit bomb flows torpedo drop
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| If your needle drop better say I’m hot
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| How many mothafuckas want wanna be at the top
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| No effort no treasure nigga simple as that
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| Been through a lot so I fill a clip 'til stop
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| Tilt through the spot cause I been to Hell in a pot
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| Silly mother fuckers think they runnin' shit killin' New York
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| Talk you’re all soft pawns because your stomachs split
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| In the heap of battle won’t matter when soul platinum
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| Only thing that matters, your knowledge of war tactics
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| This is the Gaza real dread like Rasta
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| Execute a nigga talking shit in mi casa
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| Could of lost my life to the village monster
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| But my spirit just conquers everything I encounter
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| Mothafucka, hood is blown now each day
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| Now they burned out cause I earn from each race
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| Could of turned out on a jail route E-zay
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| But I stepped out the shade like a blunt watch me blaze
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| UA the great, get your sin washed away
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| Tip top shape give me zip locks of paint
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| If you don’t bake nigga pour up a drink
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| Live and have fun nigga come to your dreams
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| Roll up a proper spliff an sittin' hot as shit
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| Dedicating every blunt to my prominence
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| Remain anonymous, unless it’s commas to get
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| About a bottomless pit and now we floatin' in the mist
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| Make the mist turn into monsoons
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| Pay the price and now we all colossal
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| Paint Picasso with a pencil hostile
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| OG smoke engulfed in my nostrils
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| Make a toast so what we boast
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| We living lives it don’t take to know
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| We designed our hope, bet inside it sold
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| That’s a rob in the coast like we riddin' a boat
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| Flatbush burnin' backwoods attack group
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| Bring a platoon to blast through you and your mans too
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| Bring it back up we masters better act cool
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| Turn the assholes and clap you and you damn fools
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| Escape to a place of peace when the the drills blow
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| Happiness and love be the key to the real goal
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| Master in a game of life with no cheat codes
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| Told her no teeth and see she went beast mode
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| Hit her over stones at night and find my deep soul
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| Hit the bong, a lobby, gone alifinito
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| Incognito, hitter better reload
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| Everything you learn let it burn in the weed smoke
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| Inner light shinning like a diamond, hard to stick around
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| Enter in the game perfect timin' here to take you out
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| Here to make my momma proud, Livid when I knock em down
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| Spirit here to claim the crown AK be the golden child
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| Course they gon hate when they see you doin' great
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| Better start with yourself if you want to see change
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| Wanna see fame but don’t even know the game
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| Try to restrain but I can’t be changed
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| I ain’t got shit for a dumb grown nigga
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| I’m speaking to the kids that alone don’t give up
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| Ahead of your Biz young Lord don’t deliver by the stars
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| Every inch go hard you a winner
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| Don’t get lost in the matrix, minimum wages
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| Forced to the dark and be a criminal daily
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| Mental scars will make a nigga go crazy
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| Trust your heart come join the Indigo Navy |