[ Featuring Cam Barnes ]
Momma taught me the manners
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Flow with the nicest
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Grit to the glamour
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The reflection in this gloss a boss
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You don't reach this standard
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Tel-e-vision I don't need no camera
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Life in grey, we don't heed no panda
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I'm from the time of the NBA Jammers
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Crunching the numbers, stay withe the candor
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Been around the block, I done hit rock bottom twice
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If it's one thing that I learned
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Through it all I'm straight no perm we still proceed with life
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Piece of the pie I need a slice
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Sleep when I die I cease the night
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Deep in the pits I reek of strife
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Put it on God
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Put it on mics
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Swing for the fence like bitch it's on sight
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I write to get right, I write to climb heights
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My psyche on 10, it's all on this pen
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I write for my vice and all of my sins
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It's all on my plate, I slide to home base
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I try not to judge, the gavel no weight
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I let the shit go, it's taking some time
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Breaking these patterns, crossing these lines
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Reaping benefits of my composure through the tribulation
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Niggas don't know
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I been through weeks where I ain't eat
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Had some sleep for the meals, my pride heavy
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Hate to ask for the bills
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Shit I'mma work for mine
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Just hate to have a boss, so when I work it's mine
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I put the ganja up
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That shit would only hurt my mind
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Paranoia only annoy ya and leave you stuck, had me
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Feeling Tommy Vercetti this Vice City
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They giving advice plenty
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Never claimed to know it all but ain't give em my penny
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It's always, unsolicited
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If we make mistakes we get to fixing it, the vision stick
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The journey hella twisted, I'm mixing light
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With the darkest liq
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Learning how to live with disappointing folk
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It's hard to grip but shit
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Gotta look out for myself and I
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Border narcissist at least it's recognized
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Weaponize the everyday dealings, reload and let it fly
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I'm reckless and pragmatic
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Still dealing with bad habits
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And whipping through mad traffic
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Finna get back to it
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Letting this stick talk, they call it a mass shooting
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Power forward
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Through bruises and"knicks", I'm Pat Ewing
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You see how the stats"bruin" I'm batting a thou
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Know it's cloudy before the rain always
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We still accruing
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If you thought the shit was easy it's only cause you assuming
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No idols over here, no way homie they human
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They had to start from somewhere and just let it consume em
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You feel me
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It's a certain type of mastery
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These niggas want me settling for less
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Blasphemy
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That shit preposterous
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Gotta move beyond what's in yo optics
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Even if I fall, we fall forward I'm all for it
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Five'six on a good day, still fulfilling these tall orders
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That red button for record or more mortars
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There's chaos in the beauty, this collateral so gorgeous
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Glass house living, like ya closet got no corpses
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A pot that the flame scorches
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I ain't claiming perfect
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Tighten up like a dame's corset
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They ain't on the same course
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We taking no losses ain't gotta force it remain cautious
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They be out here moving kinda wok
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So
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Keep it lo mein
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Circle small
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Less is more
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My shit is raw this shit is cocaine
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