| Raised in Palm Beach
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| A jungle of concrete
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| Always keep a gat at arms reach
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| Using my bomb speech
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| Hoping that all of my songs teach
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| All the non believers who false preach
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| Once you clutch money they all leech
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| There’s a day where you and your pops breach
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| Don’t burn bridges where you do not speak
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| Move with swiftness, follow at God Speed
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| They tried to knock me off my axis
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| But I mastered my craft, over 10,000 hours of practice
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| Now I’m point like the needles on a cactus
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| Fact is, I don’t boast how I’m better than most
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| I’m just trying to take over the game and all of its coasts
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| Feel the warmth like the inside lining of coats
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| But don’t get burnt like fingers clutching a roach
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| Come correct when you approach and salute when I’m ghost
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| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
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| Hear the young vandal spit
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| Pressure, yeah I handled it
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| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
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| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
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| Hear the young vandal spit
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| Pressure, yeah I handled it
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| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
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| Deadlines never sweat it
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| Decisions never regretted
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| Codes of life forever embedded
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| Straight to success is the only place that I’ve ever been headed
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| Through your simple mind, get it
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| Or fall back
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| All of ya’ll please get off my ball sack
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| I promise I’d call back
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| Stuck in the 90's, I guess that I’m All That
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| And a bag of chips so now you know that I’m all Phat
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| Like the Farm Russell mass produced
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| The hardships I went through weren’t self induced
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| Deadly poison I’m a brown recluse
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| Don’t be clueless of the situation
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| Product of my environment and how I’m situated
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| Please peep what I’m saying with no hesitation
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| The premise I’m vacating, now do what I do like an imitation
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| What I’m insinuating, let’s get it popping like grease from bacon
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| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
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| Hear the young vandal spit
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| Pressure, yeah I handled it
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| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
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| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
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| Hear the young vandal spit
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| Pressure, yeah I handled it
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| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
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| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
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| Hear the young vandal spit
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| Pressure, yeah I handled it
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| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with
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| It’s a séance, that’s why the candles lit
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| Hear the young vandal spit
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| Pressure, yeah I handled it
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| My mind’s not to ever be tampered with |