If I start rambling, don't mind me,
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I might get off track, but who doesn't it?
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I love rap music, but I hate the fake light...
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Usually calls the lord Weedy.
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So, I choose not to take part in it
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On that extra seat, and just I do what I do
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I'ma write this writters
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Sometimes I'm overthink.
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It's not ... it's how remind myself
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My clean activity flows best.
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Nigga, I'm not concerned you tryna make hits,
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It's all bullshit, if you ask me.
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When you bend over just to go Platinum
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No, thank you.
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As I'd be as clearly
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That I'm comfortable with myself.
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And that's all that matters
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I made the point in my life with.
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I'm cool with exterming perks
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I just roll my shit,
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And I can show you how to live to the f-ckers.
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But you got to follow me like Twitter
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This is not the casino... it won't be sweet
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Helo hard boulevard, not easy streets
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Without Rhyme or Reason
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I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence
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(x4)
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It feels so good to have my own staff,
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This over rappers they try it
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They might like it,
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Spend so much time copying tunes.
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They don't even know what it's like to be
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Themselves.
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Or is it that they don't like they sell.
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Maybe you defend who do you .. doing
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What ? None.
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Or maybe they would love you more,
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Two actually tried, they never resured.
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I know, we act like potential and ?
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Reality is not so gorgeous
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The ugly truth, that you ain't got the heart to face it
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You would lie, sex, money, fool, music
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I score points like a ... win trophy
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Yes, that nigga... balled out, but
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I'm really just having fun with you
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Don't hate, you should be concerned with ours
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Cause my life's awsome.
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I'm all buried in stash food
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I might take a little time off
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I'm out at tropics
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Sending emails, drinks, laughing
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Getting tanned.
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Without Rhyme or Reason
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I do what I love, I don't follow low sequence
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(x5)
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Do what I love, I don't follow low sequence.
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Without Rhyme or Reason
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| Prodigy |
