| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| Here come a rocket outta the sky and it’s flying high
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| It’s on a mission to make 'em listen and question life
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| Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
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| Couldn’t be different and if it isn’t opinion is
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| Here come a rocket outta the sky and it’s flying high
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| It’s on a mission to make 'em listen and question life
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| Your own decisions and visions of what you think it is
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| Couldn’t be different and if it isn’t opinion is
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| Everybody know we got the blueprint
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| Tried to keep it on the low like a shoe print
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| I wasn’t worried cuz the truth is
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| Even if ya got it ya’ll wouldn’t know what to do with it
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| Ya burnt out we got the new wick lit
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| An if ya wanna be a big dick about shit
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| I’ll keep you burnin like syphilis did
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| You hear that I get ridiculous no Dyrdek
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| No longer rappers your all a bunch of witnesses
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| And also it would appear like different images,
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| That while we been runnin the game y’all been runnin scrimmages
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| If y’all don’t wanna know then quit askin bout the differences
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| That’s how we get em all in they feelings it’s
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| Amazin how we just keep on cracking through all the ceilings it’s
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| It’s a wreckin ball kind of affection
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| I wanna bring em it’ll let em know
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| We ain’t the muthafuckas that need em
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| I don’t need no crutches or
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| Stable shits to lean on
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| I was entry level bussin laundry
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| Like a pee on
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| Focus on my craft until my shxt
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| Glow like neon
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| While making enough bread
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| To feed my whole team on
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| Belly full rap cats never fooling me
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| Only thing them mutha fuckas owning
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| Is they jewelry
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| All leased or loaned maybe you rent
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| Not a dime payed to taxes but
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| All of ya money spent
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| Now this reoccurring poverty need you to
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| Circumvent popularity split
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| Only worth a half of what you usta get
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| Raps spit at half the heart you usta spit
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| Reality will let you know
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| But people be refusing it ugh
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| Never jaded square biz at the round table
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| Never related to fake numbers
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| And ego fables
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| This blueprint is blue-chip
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| It stay stable these wack WACK
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| Can not produce they unable
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| The shit is all the same
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| Average like some basic cable
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| And they expect the diehards
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| To still remain faithful
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| The shit is like a mockery
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| Is far to disgraceful
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| But I don’t let it bother me
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| I still remain thankful
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| That we’ll be doing this
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| A hundred million years or more
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| And every time it will remind you
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| What we do it for
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| My hearts ignited like a rocket
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| And the shit soar over the moon
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| Until is smashes you with full force
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| Fresh for 20 infinity you suckas
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways
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| We’re gonna go back to our old ways |