| All my niggas prophets so stop it with all the nonsense
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| I got this
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| I cop a 8th and clear the case like I was Cochran
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| Partner, the pot ablaze
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| Take the problems out my days
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| A 100k for the feature if we ain’t on the same page
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| Break away from what they teach you
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| Society full of secrets
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| My diary the higher me
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| Let fire leak through your speakers
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| Entirely here to lead ya
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| The higher learning like Jesus
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| Fuck bitches from different regions
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| Have all of my brothers eatin', nigga
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| Hold up nigga get your education
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| Enter in the game if you’re trying to change it
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| Schoolin' these niggas, teach 'em all the basics
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| Like food in jail, niggas forced to take it
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| Nah, but I don’t fuck with the blow
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| Spittin' prophecy but disguised with the flow
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| Enlighten and hope
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| Christ at the show
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| Now I pipe in the dough, and I syphon the dro
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| Im out here to win, poor niggas ya’ll better make your moves
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| Team filled up with kings don’t bang with court jesters, those is fools
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| Payin' dues
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| Beast coast be them niggas out here makin' moves
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| Ridin' through
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| Sittin' shotgun my Nefertiti’s coupe
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| All my niggas prophets
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| I ain’t even gotta lie
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| Chillin in the solar, while y’all aimin' for the sky
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| Doobie thick, you can’t hit my shit
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| Pop a tab, get lit
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| Who you with, your girl with the shits
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| Let her roll my spliff
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| Now we blowin' good smoke
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| UA you know we gon' blow
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| I said, I spit knowledge flows
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| And fuck it up at the shows
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| You know that golden soul the shit
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| No ice on my wrist still shining bitch
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| Golden soul the shit
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| No ice on my wrist still shining bitch
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| People talk a lot of shit but they don’t know my heart
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| Spread love, do drugs, and say a prayer for those in the dark
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| Black skin, gold soul
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| Im teachin' niggas how to play they part
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| Can’t pave the way, but I can show you where you need to start
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| Follow your dreams, create, your world it’s your reality
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| Uplift your shit, don’t care if they question your sanity
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| So gone I’m bent
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| You know what I represent
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| I put it down for my set
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| That indigo medicine
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| As we cross these borders I pray that our conscience guard us
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| The god in the sky is father
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| They harboring for fore fathers
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| Crib, laid back, with the largest blunt
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| Next day over seas, tryna turn shit up
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| Ain’t a thing a young king can’t overcome on that potent skunk
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| Make ya hold your lungs
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| UA sabotage the game, recognize the name uh
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| Niggas stereotype, but deep inside we’re all the same
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| But where are the ones to blame
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| Gain a little knowledge, grow your brain
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| Watch you rise to the top
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| To the promise land that Martin dreamed
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| All my niggas prophets
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| I ain’t even gotta lie
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| Chillin in the solar, while y’all aimin' for the sky
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| Doobie thick, you can’t hit my shit
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| Pop a tab get lit
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| Who you with, your girl with the shits
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| Let her roll my spliff
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| Now we blowin' good smoke
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| UA you know we gon' blow
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| I said, I spit knowledge flows
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| And fuck it up at the shows
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| You know that golden soul the shit
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| No ice on my wrist still shining bitch
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| Golden soul the shit
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| No ice on my wrist still shining bitch |