You don't know who you fucking with
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Ain't no democrat and by far I'm no republican
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This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
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And I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubbling
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The type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the law
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Or make the government come after me in public
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Won't hear this on the radio, this here is not for publishing
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This ain't that bubble gum shit, no, this ain't that double mint
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Consider this a risk, I swear I see 'em building pyramids brick by brick
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They'll aim at anyone bold enough to go against this shit
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You don't believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks
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It's like nobody else complains
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Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain
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Cube already told you, they corrupted everything
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And we just out here just tryna function, tryna maintain
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100 thousand miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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I pray in heaven ain't fuck niggas ain't allowed
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100 thousand miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route
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And of course it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for Jordans
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Can we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40
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Is our views on reality kinda distorted
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But still, even though I understand the story
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I still fall weak for a booty that's proportionate
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On a sexy, short bitch, so what's the score?
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Chilling with some red dogs, drinking white man's poison
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Ah, now that's a forfeit
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Selling west for free, that's extortion
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But still I'm wondering what family was present when history was recorded
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100 thousand miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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I pray in heaven ain't fuck niggas ain't allowed
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100 thousand miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route
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You think you really know what's going on?
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They passing laws where they can run up in your own home
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Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone
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The battery don't come out, that means it's always on
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Smile and say cheese, yeah niggas got you
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I told you fuckers three years ago 'bout the watchers
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If you won't take the microchip then you can't make no dollars
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This ain't no lovely day for a neighbor, ain't no Mr. Rodgers
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Don't let these fuckers rob us for our freedom and our rights
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And you be like, "It's on the news so it must be right"
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Who's pulling the strings? Who's rolling the dice?
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Who's calling the shots and who's starting the fight?
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Think twice
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100 thousand miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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I pray in heaven ain't fuck niggas ain't allowed
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100 thousand miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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I pray, I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route
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Paper Route
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| B.O.B. |
