| UA to the death of me, my specialty’s bulldozing
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| I’m chosen for the throne, so i’ll get it eventually, Hater
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| Get some paper, mula, mozzarella
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| Loser see you later, zoomin' through your cooler
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| Puffin on the flavor, super sour of ?, of power
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| Name a team, with G niggas it’s usually ours
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| We spending hours in the studio, filling my wallet
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| Rolling chronic, palm pilot, shawty smiling, 40 drownin',? |
| I be piling
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| When we wildin' know we OG Kush, rollin' up with the OG’s
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| Them ?, nigga that’s dope steez
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| We sky high, nigga that’s nosebleed
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| Don’t screw it up; |
| codeine
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| We true as fuck, and moved it up
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| Stupid nigga
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| Ya’ll ain’t on our plateau nigga
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| Elevated…
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| I got 'em sayin «Oh My God»
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| So pave the way, the most insane? |
| craze
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| I’m Johnny Blaze, see me puffin' my haze, OK
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| I’m legendary, the makavelli resides inside me
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| You’ll never drop me, the light gods, we like John Gotti
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| I’m on my Brent Salamin, Respect to God on top me
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| Go Kamikaze, misunderstood like fuckin' Natzi’s
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| You’ll never drop me, I elevate?
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| ?? |
| If fire spittin' ain’t your posse
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| I’m The, I’m The…
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| Reincarnation of a king long gone
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| The highest enlightened nigga, sittin' on top a sun
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| An angel told me in a dream, like Neo «I'm the One»
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| So I’m out here freeing souls from they bondage to the love
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| U-N-I-T-Y, Free my people, now we fly
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| Fools stuck to the ground, wondering why we be high
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| Brainstorming like ?, knowledge higher than the skies
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| On a divine mission, nigga don’t get left behind
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| Elevate your thinkin', Young Gods
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| Smoke loud, dream free and live large
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| Respect karma, keep progressing to get far
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| Fuck the skies, the limit is the solars
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| Problem with the world ain’t that they all sinning
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| It’s the fact that they unconscious lost spirits barely living
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| The children of the sun, here to set they souls ablaze
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| Keep the signs from the profits enlightened because I age
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| Age, limit, don’t matter
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| Lyrics shatter any calibur, character
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| Get your knowledge,? |
| and your swagger up homie
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| Only and why are you?
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| ? |
| to fire, you pray
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| That’s your demise, I know
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| That’s why I rise playa
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| ? |
| 'till I wrinkle, rollin' indo in the enzo
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| When I’m with your women spending, every single cent you lift up
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| For the new age
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| Get A bouquet, Rozay
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| Fuck minimum wage, Penetrate
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| Till' you get your pay, innovate
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| Then pave the way
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| Them days are getting shorter, life is getting harder
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| The youth is getting conscious, our generation is stronger
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| Generating to greatness, ain’t no need for that fake shit
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| Ape shit, I ask them who the best and they say this.
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| «Oh My God, forsaken he’s type «I»
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| Relation to no other patient, doctor say «He's A Prob.»
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| Funny niggas do the hating when they ain’t on they job
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| Leopard Shepherd on the desert
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| Never sweating, spread the message, touch your brain like massage
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| Words paint a collage
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| We concentrating on paper and infiltrating them blogs
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| So, roll up the Grade A’s and get faded
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| And toast to the days of struggle, look what it made us, Hah |