| Trigger taught me life’s a 50−50 gamble, better know your handle
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| Or get dismantled in this world we live in
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| You gotta deal with every card you’re given
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| But relentless, you stay consistent & driven
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| Dedication be the key component
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| It’s not spacing left for lethargic, niggas heartless
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| So I could give a fuck about the next artist
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| In my opinion, they’re all retarded & garbage
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| So I put them in a state of carcass, lay them in coffins
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| No disrespect but, these niggas act like Stephen Hawking
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| Cuz they never do no walking
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| But they’re always fucking talking shit
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| Peep the abyss within the profound sound
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| Representing from a location where shit goes down
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| Best believe it, the speakers bumping Klemmer while I’m puffing on the steamer
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| but very few’ll understand the leisure
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| Playing for keepers, until I toss momma the keys ta
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| An ill ass beamer, with some fly interior, shit
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| Authentic niggas understand my plan
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| But currently, I be that kid up in Focus, got bitches scoping
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| You talking emceeing, I be the spokesman
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| That’s verbally damaging most men, my shit is potent, nigga
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| I’m on some fuck the world domination
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| Got other nations making accommodations
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| Paying denominations, playing on different stations
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| Making shit for the ages, not aiming to be the greatest
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| Maybe just be your favorite, keep making my rent payments
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| I don’t need to be Eminem famous, nah
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| I don’t need my career to emblazoned, nah
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| I tell a rapper take ten paces
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| Turn around when you hear the sound of my pen blazing
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| This that middle american terror
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| That enlightenment exciting the Internet Era
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| Pill & Nolan fulfilling omens
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| Entering your PA like Villanova, cream like vanilla soda
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| But never calling us pop, I stay all on my job
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| Give my all cuz it’s all that I got
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| I do this shit for my one life
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| Middle finger up one time, you feeling that 1−5 shit |