| Ayo, it’s deeper than the Everglades
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| Welcome to the Heavyweight
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| I chop through these verses my lyrics are like machete blades
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| So go on, celebrate, I’m speaking what they never say
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| The tough is coming out of New York, this is Mark Messier
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| Lights, camera, action, let me get my cue on
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| I’m three albums deep, I’m bout to get my (?) on
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| I’m just doing me, what type of stress is you on?
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| I’m bout to blow up and I ain’t have to rep the Quran
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| This is for my team, no monetary greed
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| I’m trying to grow an army from a solitary seed
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| I’m bout to do the rap what a star does to the league
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| Custom made captain logo with the honorary sleeve
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| Sweat blood and tears
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| Nasty love affairs couldn’t die from my past but I’m back another year
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| So while I’m here, I just want to make sure something’s clear
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| We the reason that you feeling like there’s something in the air
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| My flow so vivid
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| Ain’t no fucking gimmick
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| Imma show you how we live and we fly (yeah)
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| Flow so vivid
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| Ain’t no fucking gimmick
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| Imma show you how we live and we fly (yeah)
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| Shoot! |
| Ay ay ay
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| I show you how to shoot! |
| Ay ay ay
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| I show you how to shoot! |
| Ay ay ay
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| I show you how to shoot for the sky cuz the shit is so vivid we fly
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| Yo I’m anti politician and pro rebel
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| But I balance my position, I’m so level
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| I ain’t stop for an instant, I’m so settled
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| On this Flintstone grind, I’m driving with no pedals
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| I’m on that Jesus tip, bare feet to the ground
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| Shouts to all the lazy kings that fall asleep with their crown
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| Shouts to all the fallen leaders that be keeping us down
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| When it counts, they LeBron us and they flee from their towns
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| Breathe with me
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| Life keep playing these minor keys for me
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| Got a million begging hands stretched, trying to reach for me
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| Got these haters lurking trying to take my belief from me
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| But my steps are chosen so thou shall retreat from me
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| Without a piece I still travel pretty peacefully
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| Middle class knowledge makes for lower class secrecy
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| Upper class elegance but common wealth decency
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| I’m trying to stay fly amongst us all, take a seat with me
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| I’m ready for my gold crown
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| I’m repping for my hometown
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| And I can’t let them down no no
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| I thought that you already knew |