| I shine like the back of an eclipse
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| A story and a myth, my flow is harder than a brick
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| Played a beat, and you started up some shit
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| The cartridges’ll rip, make you a star upon to wish, big fish
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| Don’t test your highness for shit
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| Catch you in traffic, split your wig all in your whip
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| Why trip? |
| It’s better to live safe, we’re livin' by God’s grace
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| The world spins like the wheels in a car chase
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| I keep the AR in a guitar case, don’t arbitrate
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| Fifty-clip'll show you the carbon taste
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| I rise above like drinks that carbonate
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| Punch you in the chest 'til your motherfuckin' collar break
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| I’m a madman when it comes to rhyme, fam
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| I don’t got time for sittin' in a cold jam
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| Money and a condo, countin' out the time 'til
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| Open up envelopes, all the checks, signed, sealed
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| It’s pay me now or pay me now
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| Ain’t no options when you livin' author style
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| Can’t wait 'til later when a nigga need it now
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| Take responsibility, can’t always be a child
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| It’s rules to the game you gotta follow
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| It’s rules to the game, you need to make it 'til tomorrow
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| It’s rules to the game that bring pain and bring sorrow
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| It’s rules to the game I can’t change
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| It’s rules to the game with the money and the fame
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| It’s rules to the game you can’t change
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| It’s rules to the game when you tryna make a name
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| Niggas’ll take your name and write it with your brain
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| It’s many ways to get paid, I don’t need financial weight
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| I’m smokin' on a higher grade
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| Half your age, but could crash your wave
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| Keep a massive gauge, all my guns is customized and tailor-made
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| My day-to-day consists of domination, steady creatin'
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| We all need liberation, communication’s got my network generatin'
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| This what you call a Dump Gawd demonstration
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| Followin' guidelines of the ancients
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| Ain’t it ironic? |
| How they left the knowledge tainted
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| I gotta make it, stay away from evil, I can’t tolerate it
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| No tellin' how far I might just take it
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| They push you to the edge
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| Like Lil Uzi Vert, nigga, all my friends are dead
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| Now take one to the head
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| It’s rules to the game, nigga, I can give you cred
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| It’s rules to the game you gotta follow
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| It’s rules to the game, you need to make it 'til tomorrow
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| It’s rules to the game that bring pain and bring sorrow
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| It’s rules to the game I can’t change
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| It’s rules to the game with the money and the fame
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| It’s rules to the game you can’t change
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| It’s rules to the game when you tryna make a name
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| Niggas’ll take your name and write it with your brain
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| Dump Gawd |