| Now I ain’t gonna hold y’all long, gimme a second
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| To tell of the hell that I hold, use discretion
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| When steppin in my shoes. |
| Was always a quiet dude
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| Reign over my rivals, as I conceal the weapon
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| I pull out a rhyme like a nine at crowds, busting
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| Each line is a landmine. |
| Look, but don’t touch it
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| Becuz if u do, then ur liable to get hit up
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| My soul is whole, confident, holding my chin up
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| I’m in a good place, man. |
| Working, yup. |
| U know.
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| Still low key, wit no sleep, f*ck a pillow
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| I feel no one can overcome, young, numb, bubblegum tongues come but get hung,
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| i’m one with the sun
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| So shining, that is an innate trait
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| The yU is victorious again they say
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| I put 'em in their place. |
| Since the tapes, I’ve been rockin
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| Game, I’ve got a balance. |
| That’s defense and offense, Warning!
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| I don’t know what you heard
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| But this year, the yU is out to EARN. |