| Thou shall forever fascinate upon my art
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| Cause on a wall of legends I’m about to make a mark
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| And nothing is forever so before I dare depart
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| I give you flows like presents you can’t wait to tear apart
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| Trayvon in a hoodie, that could easily be me
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| I’m looking at the sky, like «how evil this could be?»
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| Where’s Jesus when you need him when we bleeding in these streets
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| That’s why I pack a semi-auto when I’m speeding in my jeep
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| Shit is real when you’re living in fear of being assassinated
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| It ain’t an option no more, homie I have to make it
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| I see the ladies screaming, in the studio cheering
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| Cause these are million dollar vocals that they’re engineering
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| I take a look behind me and I see visions of home
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| I take a look ahead of me I see kingdoms and thrones
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| I’m on this journey and I am my own opponent
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| Forgive me I’m just caught up in the moment
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| So is this what you been waiting for
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| Cause the gangsters love it and the ladies do too man
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| I put this on my real life
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| I can’t explain it, it’s just something that feels right
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| Is this what you been waiting for
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| Cause the gangsters love it and the ladies do too man
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| I put this on my real life
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| I can’t explain it, it’s just something that feels right
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| (Young Sinatra)
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| Yeah, you know the deal cause really we never rest
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| Last night I was in the ER X-Ray to my chest
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| Palms sweaty, running the fever but never the less
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| I’m going through rhymes in my mind to relieve the stress
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| Come to find out the doctor said I have a throat infection
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| Not to mention, I got a couple shows this week
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| How am I supposed to hit the stage if I can’t even speak
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| Second they knew what it was they gave me the medication
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| While the Rattpack smoking on Buddha like meditation
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| Then this homie Yonas hit me for a verse on this tape
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| I said, «Hell yeah homie, I got you with no debate»
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| So if my voice sounds fucked up, it’s cause I never take a day off
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| World wide getting money like Madoff
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| So if this verse ain’t the definition of ill then you’re insane
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| Cause through the sickness, hell, pleasure and pain
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| Yeah, I’m married to this mother fucking game
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| So is this what you been waiting for
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| Cause the gangsters love it and the ladies do too man
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| I put this on my real life
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| I can’t explain it, it’s just something that feels right
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| Is this what you been waiting for
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| Cause the gangsters love it and the ladies do too man
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| I put this on my real life
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| I can’t explain it, it’s just something that feels right |