| Dope, dope
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| Dope, dope
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| Hands callous, hard work is a talent
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| Blood on my jeans raw, Earth on my palette
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| Develop taste for the sweet and the sour then
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| I see how it is, now I speak for the powerless
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| In victory, I write a speech of empowerment
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| Learn the difference between the meek and the cowardice
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| See I don’t live like a sheik in the palace
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| On a peak in the mountains, lemme keep this in balance
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| I live somewhere between the streets and the calculus
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| Somewhere between a voodoo priest and an alchemist
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| Paralysis about as deep as your malice
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| Eat a shroom, grow a hundred feet like Alice
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| I’m analyzing who I’m chiefing my flower with
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| Eyeing all the people surrounding him
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| Creeping out the miss miss
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| Tripping off the trees and out the lips
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| Gotta watch what did he say cause he the counterfeit
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| For now, I’ma fall back till it even out a bit
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| Do whatever you want bruh, just leave me out of it
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| Yeah
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| You can say that you ballin'
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| But we know it’s all rented, credit card debted
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| Portrayin' a false image and lyin'
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| Claimin' you authentic you fraud biditch
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| So if you’re all finished using your talent that’s God-given and call it quits,
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| well
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| Tell Ben that I ain’t in it
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| They calling me Paul, it’s y’all business, just sayin'
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| Deep in the fog of war many die and men are dogs
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| The petty call up on the genocide of pedagogues
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| I been a cog in a machine that never spins at all
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| I been a pawn, I been a peter boy, I been a Paul
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| I been a eye up on on the needle when I’m stitching gauze
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| I been a open wide receiver when I get the ball
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| This shit’ll hit the walls, hit the fan, hit the stalls
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| The kid that call it best, tripping off of fentanyl
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| I ain’t in this to retire off of quick applause
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| I got into the game to energize your inner thoughts
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| I’m with the cars, armed and ready riding, win or loss
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| Fire up the pen cause y’all drying up like menopause
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| I ain’t tryin' to get involved, you wanna break a boo
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| Bend the law, it’s fine, pray to god, a synagogue
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| Pray that I fall like Biggie Smalls
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| Maybe God’ll forgive us all, maybe not, Ricky Ross
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| You can say that you ballin'
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| But we know it’s all rented, credit card debted
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| Portrayin' a false image and lyin'
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| Claimin' you authentic you fraud biditch
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| So if you’re all finished using your talent that’s God-given and call it quits,
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| well
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| Tell Ben that I ain’t in it
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| They calling me Paul, it’s y’all business, just sayin'
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| I ain’t involved in it
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| Listen, I can predict your fate
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| I seen him running around fucking up in different ways
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| Busting and it ricochet
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| Ducking when he hit from fame
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| You wanna quit the game, I promise you
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| Fucking with me, it’ll be the quickest way
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| Boy I don’t skip a day and I don’t sit around
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| Thinking that I’m greater than I am and solicit hate
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| If in your face, fit the frame, get in shape
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| You making a big mistake and I don’t wanna participate
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| Da-dum, da-dum dum, da-dum, da-dum dum
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| Da-dum, da-dum dum |