| I know since I got my deal and shit got real
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| I ain’t been the easiest nigga to deal with
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| I’m heavily flawed!
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| But far from a false prophet
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| I’m a mufucking honorable Folarin
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| Cassius, Muhammad, McGregor, Conor of these rap artists
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| Why you talking?
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| Mufucking Groundhog’s Day
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| The most highly underrated of my generation
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| Behind them crooked smiles niggas neglect to embrace me
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| Respect is in order now, my liquor is more to y’all
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| You throwing little shots, we catching some cases
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| Lot of niggas hate to love me or they love to hate me
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| Labeled as reckless and crazy by my record label
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| Doctors say it’s bipolar disorder, he diagnosing me wrong
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| It’s obviously depressing counting blue faces
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| Hey, here go that real shit
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| Battling anxiety and privately them percocets
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| Purchased like 30 of them, murdered them in like 30 hours
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| Weight of the world on my shoulders bet I military press
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| I remember me and Cole would open for Hov
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| Everyday a star is born, I guess I died in the womb
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| I ain’t make it on Blueprint, so made me a blueprint
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| You got you a nice watch, my minutes was finished
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| I was lost at Interscope
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| Contemplating on copping a block from Benning Road
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| Thoughts of suicide cause who gon' want you alive
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| When niggas you used to ride with cry with all that high shit
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| Talking down in they interviews, I ain’t forget that Scott
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| Only difference is I didn’t get no sympathy calls to get back up
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| I just heard a song about me on a hip-hop blog from a kid I know
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| Some niggas say a hip-hop God
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| It hit home cause there’s some truth, this I know
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| This a cycle, I get psycho when shit get dark
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| Boy when shit get dark
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| Like Laurene Powell I’ve gotten married to a job
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| I drop my jewels, spit my bars, I get mine off, I be pissed off
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| Should get more props but still I
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| Pimp hard, drink hard liquor to forget my thoughts
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| Push 3 buttons I make the joint spin, Balrog (hey)
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| Hoes say I’m the realest, most hated on Twitter
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| Not to cause a situation
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| But what side of my biracial friends call me they nigga?
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| Forget it, I’m jih tripping
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| But my skin is made of chocolate, a copper’s bullets is diabetic
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| My mind busy, I’m sad daily though I deal with it
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| My therapist terrible, I’m a terrapin, mellow trembling
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| Real subtle though
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| Tell them niggas SHINE coming, they in trouble though
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| I love my brother though, I love my brother though
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| That’s why it’s rest in peace to Tommy, we still bumping Cole
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| And they say
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| For as the sun shines on candle mass day
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| So far will the snow swirl until May
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| For as the snow blows on candle mass day
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| So far will the sun shine before May
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| Now in layman’s terms that means
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| All you naysaying, instigating, player hating
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| Niggas be safe though
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| I’m on my way to Raleigh so grateful for that inspiration
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| I’ll see you at the game bro
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| Ralph |