| Stay afloat, new boats, Hublots
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| Blue flame, butane, a few hues
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| The view beautiful, new hoes, infuse bourbon
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| Cigar burnin', Hermes, my newest burden
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| Yellow Nuvo, David Yurman shower curtains, conversin'
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| Bitches nestle, steer the vessel
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| Yellow diamonds shimmer like the ocean surface
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| Enjoy dinner by the pier, cuisine Turkish
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| Marina, this white sand what a souvenir
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| Lakefronts, niggas fake as Lumineer veneers
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| A luminary, a visionary, narrow-minded niggas need to not…
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| Nevermind, I’m a navigator, follow quadrants, I never squander
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| Or wander about aimless, you niggas proud to be shameless
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| And that’s the problem, my squadron, Lake Michigan, sport fishin'
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| Or Reeds Lake Lacoste down, coffee brown-black shades
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| Waves crash, save cash
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| Matured money, age fast, fast money but the yacht slow
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| Yacht masters, braised bass
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| Not a state, a peninsula, it’s Michigan
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| Nothin' sweet, no insulin
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| Intimate nights, take the boat to the flight
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| The Fly 3 comin'
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| Intimidated? | 
| You should be, behold the horror
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| My flow water, rap wise, I’m like, penny wise, copper foamposites
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| Penny, Penny’s
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| Never penny pinch, paid a pretty penny for the image
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| Not a blemish, epitome, my kindred spirit
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| Drinkin' spirits, drive German cars, I’m driven
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| Pick 'em like geraniums, germane to every issue that I’ve been in
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| So here’s another miracle as I live out Jesus’s parables
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| Life is funny, hysterical
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| They say it’s lonely at the top
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| Compared the air up here is unbearable, make it hard to breathe
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| Trapped in our dreams, so it seems, it make it hard to leave
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| Shackled to my own thoughts so every track’s an onslaught
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| That’ll one day set me free and leave me where I need to be
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| That be that optimistic airy shit, scary shit
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| The same hard-headed way a thinkin' that’d be the one that I get buried with
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| City on my back, the only one strong enough to carry it
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| City where death is comin', now look how close the cemetery is
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| We don’t wanna make waves or end up where they make graves
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| A mentality we can’t change so we just try to maintain
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| By maintain, that just means we all remain tame
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| The world is crazy and the goal is to remain sane
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| Don’t think outside the box, they want us to remain plain
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| They ain’t gon' be happy til we all sharin' the same brain
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| College is artificial, knowledge used for profit
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| To fatten the institutions while all we still end up jobless
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| That’s how they got us, like milk and honey was promised
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| With a degree you ain’t shit, and you really ain’t shit without it
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| Look, not to offend anyone who didn’t turn the tassel
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| But I grew up in a home where them loans turned to a hassle
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| Before the debt is gone they want to go on and get their Master’s
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| It’s a distraction
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| Cause life’s not a job, it’s what you should master
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| Who do we follow if not ourselves?
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| Do we not ourself?
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| At a nine-to-five workin' to make wealth for somebody else
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| No matter what I been through, I’m a continue
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| Cause when shit gets deep I gotta swim too |