| Sip the elixir, thinking back on how I came up
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| And since the dank in the swisher
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| Nigga just one of those days
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| Flip the page
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| Now a nigga praised
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| Every city rip the stage
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| Only 23 but I make sense
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| Cause I got Jordan wage
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| Goldilocks I gotta eat
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| Even if it’s not my plate
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| Momma see the god in me and that’s everything that it take, ate
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| Got no time to waste I’m trying to find a way, on delay
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| Keep my generation straight without delay
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| It was written
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| Pimpin ain’t my decision
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| It just my instinct
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| Use a pencil control your mental
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| But think for instant
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| First you light the sour
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| Push the throttle to the infinite
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| Your girl gonna get tense a bit
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| But it ain’t no good if it ain’t no risk
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| Now everyday we celebrate
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| One step closer to the gates
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| Told me to toast towards my faith
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| But I just showed him that I’m great
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| I just showed em as I take over, the waits over
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| Like precious on the scale, told her
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| I cannot let that control me, I’m gold
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| Lifted off that strong
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| Cali' bushes keep me calm
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| Light that blueprint
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| Now we loose, feel like Lucy on my tongue
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| Spread that truth up in these poems
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| Gather youth to break down walls
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| All my troops suited for war
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| Salute me like late Shakur
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| A.K. |
| be feasting
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| I tell 'em take it or leave it
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| I use to stay on the deep end
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| Now we eat steak when we feasting
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| That motivate me to be something
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| More than slaves
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| I’m gonna keep fucking up your playlists
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| We’ll keep bumping from the stages
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| UA the greatest, yea
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| All that glitter and gold
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| My niggas know all you need to grow
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| Is all that fire stored in your soul
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| The road you chose reflect where you gon' go
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| If it’s looking cold, spark up that fire inside your soul
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| You’ve been living your whole life
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| Thinking that you’re in control
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| The truth is, that you’re not in control
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| More exactly, there is no you to be in control
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| Every action your body has taken
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| And every thought that’s risen in your mind
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| Has happened without anyone behind the curtains making it happen
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| Everything that’s within your experience
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| Is entirely a product of past events
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| Just as your heart beats without anyone’s approval
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| So your mind thinks without anyone’s approval
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| And your body acts without anyone’s approval
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| Who put the god inside you?
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| Check inside your mirror
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| A nigga been connected to the source of placentas
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| Born in disaster, raised a master
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| I had to pick apart patterns in my past
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| So I can’t lose
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| Started demented learned my lessons, on top of blessings
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| Life in depression, showed me my path
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| I chose the haven
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| But adolescent, nigga ain’t know to use my weapon
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| My mind now grippin, blaw, blaw
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| A nigga step in
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| Still an asshole
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| I’m watching my cash flow
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| Addicted to match smoke
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| Ain’t stuntin' on bad hoes
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| My heart still got mad coal
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| But still working on that dough
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| I’m human, I make this music to help me evolve my doing
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| I’m using up raise the movement
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| We’re all becoming elusive
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| If we don’t come together my nigga, we gon' be losing
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| You busy just snoozing
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| I’m putting my two cents
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| My life is the fullest, I’m tying up loose ends
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| My mental presence
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| Cinderella, ain’t start a peasant
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| But living lesson
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| Show me my mind a Smith &Wesson
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| Loaded up, watch me cock back
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| Acid making me flash back
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| Dropping feces on these tracks
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| Smoking loud, where my weed pack?
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| Guess I’m Sayin'
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| Yea, I’m conscious but still need saving
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| A work in training but I’m not like these other basics, stating
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| Put it to use, I never waste it
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| The gold I’m chasing but still unplug to find the matrix
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| All that glitter and gold
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| My niggas know all you need to grow
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| Is all that fire stored in your soul
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| The road you chose reflect where you gon' go
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| If it’s looking cold, spark up that fire inside your soul |