| This for all those who get me, hope that you didn’t miss me
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| I been working, I been zoning, all these skills I been honing
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| I hope you love it
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| I hope you really love it
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| I hope you look at all my shit and put this tape above it
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| I hope you really love it
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| (Yeah)
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| I made it all for you
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| (Yeah)
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| I made it all for you
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| (Yeah)
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| I made it all for you
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’m the realest
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| I’m not talkin' 'bout realness
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| I’m talking realism
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| See these other jokers in my lane I’m not feeling 'em
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| When these stoners talk about the Mary Jane
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| I don’t deal with 'em
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| Bitch my lyrics like a weapon in this game
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| I’m concealing 'em
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| Surround myself with yes men
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| Swear that all this music that I’m makin' I invest it
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| Swear to god my ethic is nocturnal, never Rest in-
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| Peace
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| That word’s not in my lexicon
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| Don’t know what that means, uh
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| Feeling like a technician
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| Chasing that spark
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| When I first had that start
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| Where I bloomed on my art
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| So I dropped this tape for free
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| I’m giving you all of me
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| Just so one day you can see I’m not in it for the G’s
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| And I’ve been shutting off my friends so I can shit on all my enemies
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| Like a plague, all up in this game, these motherfuckers sick of me
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| If I just keep on working, swear that is the perfect recipe
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| With hard work we can wash these rappers out like Listerine, yo
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| This for all those who get me, hope that you didn’t miss me
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| I been working, I been zoning, all these skills I been honing
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| I hope you love it
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| I hope you really love it
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| I hope you look at all my shit and put this tape above it
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| I hope you really love it
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| (Yeah)
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| I made it all for you
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| (Yeah)
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| I made it all for you
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| (Yeah)
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| I made it all for you
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| (Yeah)
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| Who the hell am I?
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| What makes me?
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| Is this what I want? |
| Is this what I wanna be?
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| Who the hell am I?
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| What makes me?
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| Is this what I want? |
| (yeah) Is this where I wanna be? |
| (yeah)
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| I’m sick of feeling like the odd one out
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| Never fitting in conversations
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| Feeling so damn complacent
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| Please God take my brain erase it
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| I don’t wanna be this way no more
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| Fitting in is such a chore
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| Self conscious I’m so boring
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| They don’t care about my story
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| I feel like I’m just here
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| Working until my brain goes numb
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| But they just snicker and sneer
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| (Pull the trigger, you might cheer up)
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| That’s too dark; |
| I need to ease up
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| I tell them all that I’m okay
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| I don’t want to be a burden; |
| think I’m meeting Tyler Durden
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| I’m too scared to say just fuck shit
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| Because people don’t love it
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| They think they all above it, I plummet
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| (Okay, see how that sounds)
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| (Yeah)
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| I should really be above that
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| People don’t really love that
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| But fuck what all these people think and they will hate regardless
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| You see those who keep on moving always seem to go the farthest
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| If I stopped when people said «no» wouldn’t be searching apartments
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| Keep going till they can’t stand me
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| Not in it for the grammy
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| I’m about to crush the game until these motherfuckers ban me
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| Chase your dreams
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| (Yeah)
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| Show these people and be the best you can be
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| (Yeah)
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| (Alright) |