| Shouts out to Nespresso, trying to get me all addicted
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| When I wake up in the AM, I’m thankful and committed
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| This crystal life is fitted
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| Trying to get that buzz and snap back
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| All this education, get all these folks to back that
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| Front me all you want to, but I got these bangin' smoothies
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| Lemonhead don’t suit you, your bitterness don’t change shit
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| Pain is proven, pleasure principles and petty anguish
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| Missed me with that super-hater, I just came the same bitch
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| Keeping on my schedule, I know my finesse, mane
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| Got my CD cliqued up, trying to rumble for some web fame
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| Market and promotion, what happened to your fresh tape?
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| Oh. |
| You looked good though
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| Better get those checks while you can
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| By popular demand
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| You just have to understand
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| That you stepping in the Land of the Windy’s illest
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| And you just don’t stand up to greatness
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| In the stands, as a champion demands of my city limit
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| Ha, my city limits get a bad rap with all this
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| Everybody pointing fingers, everybody is the problem
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| You in the basement, taking shit away from talent
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| Shit, it took me nine years just to link with Panik
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| That whole look-stupid sorry moment, I promise I will never postpone moments
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| Cause it’s golden, impossible to hold on and focus
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| When you too busy rolling on that whole shit
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| And you’ll notice that it’s hopeless
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| Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher
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| Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego
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| Used to rep the choir and my range was alto
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| Now I’m like the flyest in my lane from Chicago
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| And I don’t ride big, but I got the money for the ticket on the rims
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| Feeding all my friends while you feasting on a trend
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| Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends)
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| Alright (x6)
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| Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends)
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| Alright (x6)
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| Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends)
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| Wicker Park to Pilsen, Evanston to Englewood
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| Hunter’s to the Low End, Hyde Park to your hood
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| Peace to all the peaceful, «fall back» to the violent
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| Middle fingers blazing to the fakers keeping silent
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| Derrick Rose got money, Kanye and Obama too
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| What you doing rocking that when they shut off your water, fool?
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| I don’t go my flush, it is affordable
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| Anyone who’s shucking when you’re jiving is recordable
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| Know these villains laughing, and your children bastards
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| I go and teach them so they won’t go out so tragic
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| They won’t play the jam on GCI cause it ain’t trendy
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| But I just cashed another check, guess the truth is plenty
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| In me is a fire, and a message to inspire
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| Fuck with me, I guarantee, you’ll listen to the right stuff
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| Your favorite rapper be looking to me for therapy
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| So stop comparing me to bitches I don’t care to be
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| Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher
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| Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego
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| Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher
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| Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego |