| I’ve been lied to, bust out
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| Passed over and cussed out
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| Now I’m up nights
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| Strugglin' to keep it in the uprights
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| No touchdown
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| I’ve been, been high but I cut down
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| Had to calm down, tryin' to stay sane
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| Got up in the game, it affected my brain
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| Now I feel like I’ve gone half nuts now, AH
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| Came up in a rough town
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| Town made me and the town tough
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| KC MO where the crew is CES
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| And we built this thing from the ground up, AH
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| Fall down, but I bounced up
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| So grateful that Tech found us
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| If he never would’ve done that, man
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| I wonder where in the hell I would’ve wound up
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| I’m a Pound Pup, but don’t push this
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| You’ll make a bad dog out a good pit
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| We could be B.F.s like Goodrich
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| As long as I’m a little more than hoodrich
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| My chakras are all lined up
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| Energy flowin' on the constant
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| When it burst forth from my fingertips
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| It’s a good night, no long kiss
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| Since thirteen, I’ve been clocked in
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| Since playground I’ve been on point
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| Since «Capture Enemies», I’ve weighed in
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| Like a iron giant with a strong voice
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| It’s «Matter Don’t Money», you can pay me
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| 1−9-7−9, when it made me
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| Now I change ways
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| Tryin' to stay sane in these fast times
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| And these strange days
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| Here I go, fire it up
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| Glow same color as a firetruck
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| Last dragon on bath salts
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| Up up and away, I’m high as fuck
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| In the pocket, I’m poppin' off
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| Pinpoint but not proper
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| Stealin' energy from my enemies
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| Takin' in through my chakras
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| Steel verses, build curses
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| Every now and then, I feel worthless
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| Walkin' around in the presence of greatness
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| Why would a nigga not feel nervous?
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| Guess we gotta build purpose, and
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| Rep the middi, it feels worth it
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| Came in the game with a ball and chain
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| Ain’t a damn thing change, I’m still workin'
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| Still lurkin', kill purp and
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| Chonging out when I’m in the booth
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| And my team is up to par
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| Y’all can hit the bar
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| I ain’t lying and my shit’s the proof
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| No capsizin' when I’m flowin'
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| These waves don’t play fair
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| I wade through my night-dreams
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| Backstroke through my day-mares
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| They don’t care, I don’t either
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| Still rockin' that wife pleaser
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| It’s CES Cru, and we clicked up
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| So we roll with, no leader
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| I’m in a mood to, the repeater
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| I’m in a gunfight packin' a cleaver
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| And in a moment my opponent better feel me
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| Like I was rappin' to Ether
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| Ha
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| I ask for truth, you act aloof
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| I say some things to get back to you
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| Life’s 10% what happens to you
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| Other 90% all attitude
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| I’m shatterproof, built strong enough
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| To maintain my will, or we’ll call your bluff
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| I’m doin' this thing for all of us
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| If I lose my feet, I’m still fallin' up
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| I got a hand out, what’s there for me?
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| No ground to stand on, no air to breathe
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| You scared of me? |
| Uh
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| Walk on my fear and receive power through clarity
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| Move carefully, we shed our fate
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| You care for me, I care the same
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| Same story to play poor me
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| Intimidation, interrogate
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| I serenade, they do the dance
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| Music I make, mood enhance
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| Move your hands, soothe your soul
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| Make you go crazy and lose control
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| What’s beautiful, what’s good to you?
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| What’s worth the process they put you through?
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| Can’t shake the pain on day to day
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| It all fades away when I look at you
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| I push the truth, why live a lie
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| With a room like this, I could ill survive
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| Got bills to pay, big fish to fry
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| Excuse me while I kiss the sky
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| It’s time, hands on the clocks spun down
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| We not gonna keep truth lock up
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| It’s comin' out
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| Runnin' out of options on the real
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| Nobody gonna stop us
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| Here we are, A-plannin'
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| Maintainin', not man-tannin'
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| Beaten up the beat heatin' up the street
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| Megatron and my hand cannon
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| I’m motorin', I’m in the mode again
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| Energy overloadin'
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| I’m goin' in
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| Could it be we frozen
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| Non colder than
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| Literally shogun, and honin' my craft
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| They blinded by our shine
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| 81−6 it’s our time
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| They don’t know how the fuck we got here
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| Do the math on that it was our grind
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| Y’all fadin' out like a star dying
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| Scared to fail but don’t start tryin'
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| This I bet, better kick the deck
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| And eat dirt when all of these darts flyin'
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| Our rhymin' is hard timin'
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| Staring up at our stars alignin'
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| Posted up in that gold mine
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| And my whole mind is on cloud nine
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| We don’t need thumbs up, no co-sign
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| These dumb fucks wanna blow lines
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| Long as it’s on your dime I don’t give a shit, no, I don’t mind
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| The snake and the bat are back in the back of the building
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| Stackin' a milli
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| Rapping a circle around 'em
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| And everybody in this squad is packin' a milli
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| Back in a minute
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| Y’all already know what time it is
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| See the rap is the gimmick
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| Say my mind is the only weapon I’ma get to use
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| I’m attackin' them with it, dig it (Dig it, dig it) |