| Their tellin me it’s my fault my grass isn’t green enough
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| And when they hit the store it’s not my cd that they pickin up
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| Maybe I’m too wicked for em Maybe they don’t like me
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| Maybe they beneath me like the soles on my Nikes
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| Maybe they wanna do it all just to spite me
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| It might be, the reason that they’re hating me nightly
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| Flight we, take off to an alternate light beam
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| So I seem, so hidden and outta eye beam
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| Maybe I’m above em like a leer jet soarin
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| Cuttin through clouds like a butterknife, better life
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| But it’s not best, feel it in my chest
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| Like my heart poundin loud enough to split my fuckin flesh
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| Maybe it’s the way that I been keepin it (underground)
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| People ain’t really feelin it, and hope for that (Puffy sound)
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| Now all I can reveal is it is what it is
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| We keep it horrorcore always, but it comes with a twist
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| And I’m alive all like a bible, I blaze in this bitch
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| And I can burn a piece of paper like I write for the bitch
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| You could be the first and the last it’s whatever it is
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| And it really wouldn’t matter because I’m killin the shit
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| Tell me is it better
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| Tell me everythang he met her
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| Ain’t the start of the situation gettin all ugged up
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| I don’t give a fuck what anybody trippin'
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| Got a map in my pocket and I’m steady on a mission
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| Got my back on the carpet and I’m starin at the ceilin
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| Thinkin how can I explode and no one would catch feelins
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| But some wishes will never come true
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| But for the moment I’ma grab a hold of those that really do
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| My mission is to flip it and make a person think
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| While you’re steady missin a beat, kinda like I blink
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| Even up in the streets, if I have to I got heat
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| In the trunk or on lined sheets, guns are fuckin rhyme schemes
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| Try me so I can make an example and put a hole in you
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| Either with a knife or a pencil
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| They use me like a stencil of greatness
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| But their fakeness prevails and it drown in the abyss
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| I’m gone and hot headed when rage gets the best of me
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| I’m falling to pieces so you can blame it on the rest of me
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| My heart and soul especially
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| They got the keys to my mind as we ride over drive into destiny
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| I’m gone and hot headed when rage gets the best of me
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| I’m falling to pieces so you can blame it on the rest of me
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| My heart and soul especially
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| They got the keys to my mind as we ride over drive into destiny |