| It’s 9 PM as I sit here and stare at the sun
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| Acid dissolves on my tongue
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| Pray I don’t get strung out on drugs
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| Living my life to the fullest even though my tank is on empty
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| Yeah, speeding down the road to riches
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| Hoping I don’t crash this new Bentley
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| Better stay in your lane, I ball my fist up and crush all of you
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| Fall to my death in the afterlife, I just might roll up some stress
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| Might kill myself cause I’m dressed fresh to death
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| Talk to God like I know I’m not the best
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| But these folk hear the tunes and they think I’m the best
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| Thank you God you got a nigga so blessed
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| Take me out with a shot before I’m shot by the press
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| Wind up with 2Pac and Biggie laid back, talking smack
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| As we counting up royalty checks
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| Do you even know what the fuck loyalty is?
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| Ride for your niggas we takin them chance
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| Selling them packs, we don’t need your advance
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| We got them jams, might come with the band
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| Won’t do your show unless you come with the bands
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| I’m high on a plane, I’ma fly when I land
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| Kamehameha, I’ma go Super Saiyan |
| My mind wanders off to a forest with this little black kid
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| We roll up some smoke
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| And he knows this good joke about a priest and fat kid
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| He said «TUT, you the man, please believe it.»
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| I’ve been the man since I’ve been a fetus
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| They don’t know me better take it easy
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| I’m the hot sauce on the Beanie Weenie
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| Like a genie when I switch it up
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| Ain’t this the shit you been wishing for?
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| Me and K laid the bassline
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| About how I done think these two junkies done sniffed up
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| This shit ain’t about golds, this shit is about vision
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| We talking about goals, the shit we be feeling
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| I don’t like none of the shit I been hearing
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| These ginger ass flows, there ain’t no soul in your lyrics
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| Switching up hoes as a change of appearance
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| You calling them hoes as a term of endearment
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| I ain’t been caring about what I’ve been wearing
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| Dog, I done been somewhere in tune with my spirit
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| Dropping them bombs, this shit is that pyro
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| I see the future so clear with my eyes closed
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| Tick tick, it’s a time bomb
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| When it blows, the time is gon' be kairos, boom |