| Yeah, got Rebs, Dj MadNice
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| 24 fun. | 
| Yeah?
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| Linger 'round the things and then blam 'em with the sting on
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| Hate thrifts the family, the decision’s by nature
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| Independent labels will put you without a major
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| Cheese turn to dust and then question my brother Ako
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| Lips get spung cause I double it with the favor
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| Gotta spread the actions, but memories are what save ya
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| Viewin' my surroundings, pretty sure was moving nature
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| Pending from the heart to the chest, take the weight off
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| Could be careless, if you ain’t ready, can play this later
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| Vidies from the man who be hustlin' for the paper
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| Ready to invest in the business a little later
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| Heart that cat blow could be cotton upon the wager
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| Mom would neva lis' when teacher would say they were failures
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| People living jeans got nothing to be afraid off
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| Rap to the latter and amateur niggas payed off
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| Burn the whole system and everything that is based on it
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| Got a pens and pan, can call my friends my label
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| Vision prohibited, ain’t allowed here on stage one
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| Can I touch the microphone and ask where it came from?
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| You already touchin' microphone, ready for what will come for
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| (Hook x2)
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| You map the world and keep vibin'
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| Could read thies and so, I stay timin'
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| To the top of the vines and primetimin'
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| Fine, focus, fine, we all risin'
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| A fool of different stature, won’t live here before I’m raised on
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| Lungs took the caner, switched to vapor, now I stay strong
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| Never waste my time with evil spirits
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| Didn’t think I need to see a connect, no I don’t
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| (What?) They just basic cynics. | 
| So I’m killin' it
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| With spinach to begin it, readiness is that I won’t stop
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| Till you finna choke, the whole goals, post codes and the «hold-me-downs»
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| I’m cold skillin'-home chillin'
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| Eyes ain’t red, yo, there’s no way I ain’t billin'
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| Hover to the phone, tell 'em hoe that coat’s hung
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| Cause I trust need to pose for that Kodak moment
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| Click-clack, that was fast, thank, you made magic go |