| Life switching, it’s getting different
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| But I’m just inching to success
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| Like yo, what’s next? |
| I’m trying to hit the chest
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| So far from home, I can’t get your text
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| Did it on my own, I ain’t notice threats
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| They nature naughty just like Treach
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| I’ma make it far, and it ain’t a stretch
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| Had teachers tell me I would be less
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| But I never stressed, or stopped to rest
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| Had a lot to clean up, like a mess
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| Now years later, I feel greater
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| My show greater, kill they checks
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| Amble life, they gon' be vexed
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| They can stay hexed while I lay text like safe sex
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| Bishy Bish been apex, my wave next
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| So they can exit, I’ma wreck it 'til I perfect it
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| Opened up, I dissected parts of my life
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| Through mic sessions, now my hobby is my profession
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| That’s the reason I’m never second
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| Every second’s a different lesson
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| Ain’t no way that I’m digressing 'til I’m a legend
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| Uh, 'til I’m a legend
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| Getting old, growing wise
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| Let it know, fo' inside
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| Rip it flow, so we shine
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| Skipping over all the blind
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| On the go, and we’ll rewind
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| Wanna show 'em why I’m the golden mind
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| I know they hoping I’ll slip and slide
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| But I been focused while on this ride
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| So like the sun, sun gonna rise
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| Like slip-ons, got no ties to these little guys
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| I’m with they mind 'cause I got a lot that’s on the line
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| I watch them all sleep, but it’s fine
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| I ain’t weak when I seen decline
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| I’m a geek, they’ll be back like spawn
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| They’ll be on the grind 'til I flatline
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| Really feel like it’s my time
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| Will he kill? |
| Are there green limes?
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| Duh, god, that’s the obvious
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| Anytime I rhyme though, I body it
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| Got a lot to get, forget who it meant
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| I’ma run the game like Emmitt Smith
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| This kid emit light like a pic
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| With the flash on so I’m off of this
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| Yeah, 'til I’m off of this
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| Yeah, yeah
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| When it’s all gone, and there’s nothing left to cry for
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| Where does that leave you? |
| Where does that leave you?
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| When it’s all gone, and there’s nothing left to cry for
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| Where does that leave you? |
| Where does that leave you? |