Y'all niggas soft, b, y'all niggas soft, b, you're spoiled
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Used to be you had to go look for your hip hop
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Now you served it on a silver fucking platter
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So now y'all niggas overly concerned with how a nigga look
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What a nigga wear, who a nigga fuck
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That's soft shit, b
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What part of the game is that?
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But I love these niggas
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I approach all my niggas with love, man
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I approach all these niggas, with love man
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Why? Why?
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Love never fails, fuck your fairy tales
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I'm never scared, busting through this rap shit very well
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I lay to hear my shit bang, turn the levels up
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The party over for you niggas, time to settle up
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All of a sudden y'all wanna know my opinion
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But a nigga been official, I'm holding down my position
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Looking for the answers, ain't no solution, there's not a problem
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They tryina turn up, my catalogue speaks volumes
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When I say I'm a man of the people I really mean it
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I don't just mean the people that I agree with
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Now I could probably use some tact and some proper diction
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But that's why I'm an artist, not a politician
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And that's why I'm the hardest regardless
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If you think I'm a prisoner of conscious I illicit certain responses
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To make me the poorest choice to be backed by a corporate sponsor
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So I'm independent as fuck and my company flow get working
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Sometimes I get exhausted, there ain't no rest for the weary
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I never forfeit, I'm ill until the coffin
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It's lower than to the ground, they say the lion left a paw print
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Body of work is so vast, so enormous
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Y'all niggas ain't about shit, get your mouth split
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Blood dripping all out your lip on your outfit
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Talking all that loud shit, I'm thorough as you say you are
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Niggas twist your words so I gotta watch what I say on blogs
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These niggas leaving comments but they scared to at me
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Put in the work that I put in and then holla at me
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I got love for every artist, I'm more than just a product
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I've been to prison to see Mumia, I've been to Cuba to see Assata
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Way before Mr. and Mrs. Carter went on a dinner date
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I had to send the lyrics ahead of time before I hit the stage
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So scrutiny is not new to me, I just usually
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Only respect the opinion of those suggesting unity
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Love hip hop, stop it, I don't believe you
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And loving hip hop don't got nothing to do with either
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Caught up in the gossip and rumors you not consumers
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So I'm shitting on these niggas like Revenge of Montezuma
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If you demand it trust the market will supply it
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They complain about the music but they never fucking buy it
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I kinda get it though, we asking them to cop it
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And they probably like, 'Why? You waking up in a new Bugatti'
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Shout to Future, this for my chicks who rocking the scots with the poodle
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And party down like Addie Scott on Hulu
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Set to wake these niggas up like cock-a-doodle-doo
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'Cause my spit more ludicrous than Shaka Zulu
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These pseudo-intellectual metrosexuals try to confuse you
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And knock you off your schedule putting death on a pedestal
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But rhyming describes the times of rising, they send the federal
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Buildings by cowards capitalizing on our confusion
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Now we trapped in speculation, the caterpillar, the butterfly
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Who get blinded by the light while they stripping us of our rights
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I'm not giving up on the fight or set 'em up with the left
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Then knock 'em out with the right
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I be rocking the shit for life, yeah
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Prisoner of conscious
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Javotti Media
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5 AM in Brooklyn
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