You ain't slangin stop, I pull up
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Parking lots, you ain't arranging rocks, I know that
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You think it's hard cause you've seen it done
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Slash heard, you're a sponge, never be your own
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Man, can't you understand how I came in the game?
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Yeah me neither, no breathin', it's amazing I make
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My way out the other side of my personal maze
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I was stuffed for a minute, couldn't feel my legs
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I had to bounce back like the rubber band snap
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Round the ziplock bag full of money that we stashed
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In the wall downstairs, that was back in 2010
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I was just about to leave, no one knew just how to feel
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But I did, that's why I wait and feel
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Calm inside cause I am real
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I am me and you are you
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Running around tryin' to chase this loot
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Hop straight back in and then I glist to the finish
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White noise in the flesh, hair down, never see me
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I done tried to make it clear, I do not think that they hear me
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Mic check, one, two, Ri-ri-rick in the building
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Got my hi-vis and my blade look like I'm building
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On the site with my clipboard, smoking and chilling
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No hard hat, no whistle, still officially killing
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Every f*cking working brain within a arms length distance
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You get melted into ashes and I'm casting you to iron
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Turn you to a blade of mine, so I can use your life in spite
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I make cash all night, f*ck your money and your ice
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You ain't helping nobody with the shitty words you write
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Think about it
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Think about it
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Think about it
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Think about it
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