| Indigo
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| Okay, Embasin, whatever
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| You could doubt it all you want but the fact of the matter still remains the
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| same
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| On my way to the top, on the road to victory, glory all in my name
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| You could fly, get discouraged to stop, but don’t swerve in that lane
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| Check yourself, I always check myself, keep my emotions tame
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| When I’m out, champagne bottles pop, fuck they talking about
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| Give or take, hustle the gamble table, I’m the poker popper
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| Blowing shit, spent money on dumb shit, still wasn’t up in no drought
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| As far as the eye can see, I’ma go past that, make my momma proud
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| Fuck police, keep a pole with me, serve and protect my peace
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| Young niggas been going hard, smack the concrete
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| Ain’t enough money in the world to feel worry free
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| Came along way from making
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| in Decatur where the fires be
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| Got guns like John Wick, tailored suit, top me
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| For who all despise me, for who all despise me
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| Playing both sides don’t like that, shooting at who all the spies be
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| Got a new stick and it came with a scope, that’s where my eyes be
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| Never complain, everything go according to plan
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| Doing my thing, doing my, doing my thing
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| Feel like the last king, Joe Exotic, tiger, honey cocaine
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| Turn this shit to rain, no big deal, all part of the plan
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| Far from average, baby I raise the bar, I set the standard
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| How you mad at me for doing me, get lit, lit 'em up like lanterns
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| Shawty don’t trip, no you strip, talking about you a dancer
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| It’s all love, not knocking no hustle, you was broke and found your answer
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| You could doubt it all you want but the fact of the matter still remains the
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| same
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| On my way to the top, on the road to victory, glory all in my name
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| You could fly, get discouraged to stop, but don’t swerve in that lane
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| Check yourself, I always check myself, keep my emotions tame
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| When I’m out, champagne bottles pop, fuck they talking about
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| Give or take, hustle the gamble table, I’m the poker popper
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| Blowing shit, spent money on dumb shit, still wasn’t up in no drought
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| As far as the eye can see, I’ma go past that, make my momma proud |