feat. Step Brothers, Action Bronson, Blu & Domo Genesis
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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The first rule of business to mind your own, too
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'Cause it ain't hard to make a shit list, 'specially when the rhyming is through
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I keep a distance, never been predicted
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Never been a victim of many man defiling my moves
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I keep a needle to the right, I keep my eye on the groove
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Present the evidence and every single client is true
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I'm out for getting it, not forgetting it
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These are differences of different elements
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Inside of the bull it's all you
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Ride dirty, trance for a filthy, trench coat, white leather to the floor, milky
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I kill a chinchilla and left the store guilty
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The velvet was crumble, but the velour is silky
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I crushed her like butter leathers on my futon
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Toss the money like crouton, nigga perfect, gator boots on
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With the new talk, rolling a new triple south central, dipping in continentals
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Spend it quick and show up and kiss the instrumental
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Self-sufficient like the candle whiskers
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They know the drizz when they roll with blizz
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Crack the tree, roll a sour D and the final leaf, follow me
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I tell her how it be like it's how it is
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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This what's on your mind
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Could it be
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How the fuck you shit on a nigga who believes in himself?
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' all my dreams, I had to see for myself
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Even my family couldn't see what I felt
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But they ain't stopped me, nigga watch me, watch your talking, I don't need any help
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I'm creeping it, though, driving, improving
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I'm nice to these nigga jiving, tryina provide 'em for all the whack raps you cats deprive 'em
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I'm lying, I'm the epitome of the perfect time
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And purpose writing got me surface riding, dog, it's perfect science
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You should've walk high from the boat
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We toss mimosas, had the show for pass me my coat
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The date was over, I told her play the grown up you're supposed to
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I would toss the G but it's just the G she knew
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The corporate office, loft in the city, Boston and boss is biddy
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I could've find a better bitch to Boston with me
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We talking titties, yeah, we're talking titties
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We talk bikinis, not Puerto Rican '
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Part of me, I'm just thinking of the angles
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I'm disconnected due to the friction on the cables
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You flipped on me, switched the position on the tables
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Surfing on a cloud, blowing kisses at the angels
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I'm still out grinding, chasing a dream
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Nights I slept with my face in the machine
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Seven weeks same thermals in denim jeans
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Dirty from the trenches, my record was never clean
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I'm a front line soldier, when it's possible I spill blood
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It comes with the territory, my boots carry mud
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Scheming on the next young stallion that got us strutting
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Somewhere in between too much and not enough
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Damn, I still remember when I broke the roaches open
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Now you see us floating on a boat and I
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To say this was my dream would be a lie
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But nowadays it seem to keep me in a beamer, breezing by
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Nothing's forever, right? I don't know, man
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I like this show for now, until they change the program
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Since I've been one second old I've been a grown man
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Showered in cologne and in my own land, old man
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Camp Registration
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| The Alchemist |
