(Intro)
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Yea
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Yea
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Waited my whole life for this
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Yea
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Uh
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(Verse)
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I said I¡¯m cut from a different cloth
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Raised in a different era
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Readin the revolution, I¡¯m virtually Che Guevara
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Shouts out to Ray Guevara
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Lyrics that uses terror
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He doesn¡¯t leave my mental, I¡¯m walkin a straight and narrow
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Makin hystoric music while rockin some apparel
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And labels that caused house notes
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Pink dolphin tones
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Feel the blim cronts, said life¡¯s a bitch
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It¡¯s money that she want
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So you can find bravery in my bravado
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Tryna live up to that rapper from Chicago
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That hopped out of that Benz out I Prago
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Spit coke and shouts out to Pablo
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But I¡¯m more of a Picasso
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Fuck a hater, they could die slow
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My mind stay in survival
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I got a bro that ride around with the bible
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Uh, and he¡¯s far from a preacher
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So I hope this message here reaches him
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Uh, shit I hope this message reaches me
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We achieve, we communicate through frequency
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(Verse)
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Dismissin the preacher where we once prayed at
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He pulled on him, she stopped him like where the bread at?
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Keep it clear with that collection, I¡¯ll take care of that
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The 1%, I can make, they ain¡¯t even aware of that
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Allow me to play Scorsese for out dearly departed
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Physically hit but that don dada won¡¯t touch you for father
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Fuck livin, born to lose, why even bother?
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Too many die young, bitch I gotta go harder
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Freaky set cup, to hell with remorse
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The way Sue be kissin from dawn, I said to hell with her corpse
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Stuff em in the door, man the truck should be big enough
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All in one take, same weight, nigga fuck the part
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Soon I¡¯m to go parted, racing my heart
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Started getting closer and closer, guess the needles is stuck
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Light em up, say when, watch me tear em apart
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All in honor, had killed, she bout to pass the ball
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Nigga
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The Science
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Iamsu! |