I'm on the zone which is all on fire
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Nigga check my tire
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Your worse fears confirmed
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'No application,I'm higher this year
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'that bitch to slash my nigga's tire,oh,yeah
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I know about you,bitch,I know about you,ok?
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Came up on a good nigga,he ain't have a clue about you
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Tried gto tell that nigga
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Don't trust the bitch as far as you can smell a nigga
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But you live and you learn
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On this road to rich niggaz bound to miss a few turns
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Don't let the bridges that you cross turn into bridges you burn
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You're bound to miss a few turns
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Don't let the bridges that you
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Fuck it,you don't hear me
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Look,I walk along this long harbor of life and sit on the '
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Reflect on my pain and shit on my fears
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Should I feel an 'of guilt that I outdid all my peers?
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Or write my name in the sky and show them niggaz I'm here?
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This one is for the history books,picture me shook or failin'
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This is revenge of the dreamers
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Mistery took a million of my niggaz ' hopes from them
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Don't even know some of them
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No more,the coke numbed them,no suicide notes from them
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They are killin' themselves ,slowly killin' themselves
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5 iPhones dropped,my nigga still in the cell
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He said he found God,shit
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I doubt it ,to 'his own
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Whatever keeps you strong to get up out it
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We need you home
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Cause see,a war is goin' on outside ,I 'cried
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When that boy that the cops shot died
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My mouth wide opened from the shock
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Sick and tired and hoping it will stop
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This pen the only hope that I got
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I open up ,shot,and break out
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Got what you want,got what you need
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My heart on my sleeve ,watch me bleed,I break out
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Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints
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And you ain't real as you seem ,
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And we can tell,nigga
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Fuck what you think,cause if your shit don't stink
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Nigga my shit won't stink,cause it can't
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I break out
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I gotta break the fuck up out of here
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Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints
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And you ain't real as you seem ,and we can tell nigga
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War stories,got tour stories
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Pop 4 whores on the top floor stories
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Niggaz know every verse is worth a brick of blow
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Just a seven figure nigga ,got the game in figure 4
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I know at times I'm hypocritical ,you niggaz dig it though
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I fuck until my dick be sore,leave bitches walkin' pigeon toe
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And break out
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On to the next bitch,homie
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Your new chick ,that's my ex-bitch,homie
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In fact I'm still logged in her Netflix,homie
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Just make sure she cooks your breakfast,homie
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Her bacon slimmin' but her eggs get 'funny
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So many bombs,you'd think Flex got money from me
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Cold world but my neck gets sunny
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Now I don't fuck around with hoes from reality shows
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Or blow up dolls,cause don't like havin'sex with dummies,love me
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No disrespect meant,honey,this is just a compilation of my observations
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While trapped in this God-forsaken nation
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Shit,but since we makin' conversation
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I've been thinkin' me and you would make a bangin' combination
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I know that you mad ,I know what I said
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But my dick be arguin' with my head,all you with the bed
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Well,if so,let's break out
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Got what you want,got what you need
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My heart on my sleeve ,watch me bleed,I break out
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Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints
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And you ain't real as you seem ,
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And we can tell,nigga
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Fuck what you think,cause if your shit don't stink
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Nigga my shit won't stink,cause it can't
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I break out
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I gotta break the fuck up out of here
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Dreamville is the team,my team ill and faints
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And you ain't real as you seem ,and we can tell nigga
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Revenge Of The Dreamers
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J. Cole |