| They say your dreams just like the lotto, no one get those
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| But I go slow, drivin' down drifty lane, dodgin' pot holes
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| UA drop a model, fuel the planet, keep the motto
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| Started from the bottom, now the whole planet’s colossal
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| Elevated knight from the loud smoke, fuck the hype and fix your life homie,
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| pronto
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| Plummet heights and do it right, don’t gun tote
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| Guard your wife, I might grab her like Fronto
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| Head honcho, try to intrude, you get combos
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| Spreading the truth right through your console
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| Light up the oogle, let your pride show
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| Better to choose now, only time knows what we gon' do, I’m feeling bomb tho'
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| We ain’t bullshittin', I’m the Bull’s Pippen
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| Something cold sippin' right before I rip shit
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| Beast Coast clan, we the Gold grippin'
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| Fucking show killing, getting souls uplifted
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| My opinion? |
| Your mind is twisted
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| My mind is gifted, glow shining different
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| Remember them times, not a pot to piss in
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| Now we poppin' shit like we got to gripping
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| I be on top of prisms, like «Fuck the system!»
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| Light shining through me, got apex vision
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| Puff holy flowers, got ancient wisdom
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| Said the world is ours, but they ain’t listen
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| Demonstrate with the life I make
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| First they hate, but in the dark, they relate
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| Travel the globe, pushing the darkness away
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| It’s a long way home, I’m 'bout to spark me an eighth
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| We the same, dog, I just paid the cost
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| I have my own cross with my own thoughts
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| Symbolic for being reborn
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| These niggas read wrong, but they don’t mean harm
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| They pump your brain, better be smart
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| Keep a keen heart, shield it from the dark
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| Like camels, partner, I’m spitting proper
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| Them Egypt prophets, no one can stop us
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| Rays chop chop, but they need binoculars
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| Too far ahead; |
| God’s speed, you commoners
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| Shed no tear, nor flee the evil
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| Keep enemies close, so it’s easy to eat you
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| Youngin' never listen what the teacher teachin'
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| Now a nigga grown, teachin', I must lead the people
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| Hopeless, those just leave 'em see through
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| Generate a culture, know wars is peaceful
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| Gonna be a day, I hope a nigga alive
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| Got no time to waste, you ain’t tryna get high
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| Take a toke, then I’m straight, no fearin' odds
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| Don’t boast, nor fake, can’t live no lie
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| Young lords on my team, yeah, we all wanna scream
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| «Beast Coast, motherfucker!», watch or ride to regime
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| We smoke by the zip, blow down 'til I’m steamed
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| Bringing hope to my set, it was all just a dream
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| 2Pac lives in fortune when I talk shit
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| Solo starts tonight inside audience
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| Thowin' shots, but they always miss
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| Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga Oz talk the coldest shit
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| I’m a flame, see how hot I get, cool down with the fire piff
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| Always keeps me on some higher shit, adapt to my environment
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| The young Zioness
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| They defying shit, with my eye and fist
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| And my godly flow when my mind is rich
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| My dollars fold and you counterfeit
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| Straight clone, no soul, then devoured it
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| Better hold your own, don’t get blinded, kid
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| 'Cause I’m on the same road, look what knowledge did
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| Higher learning, fire burning on my ganja spliffs
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| The tables turn, now I’m earning from accomplishments, bitch
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| Congratulations, niggas been patient
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| Lords of the Bush with the crack, we laced it
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| Proclamation, know we had to say this
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| Bumping back to basics, now we activating
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| Off the slave ships, hop in this spaceship
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| Taking off, no waitin', building up like Masons
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| Never copy, don’t bother changing
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| Be yourself, my nigga, only way to make it
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| Face the hatred, let it out, creating
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| Because without the faith, you will amount to Nathan
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| Trust me, dog, don’t make it hard, if you can give
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| Keep your word to the youth and make a better nation
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| Set 'em free through my melodies and my energy from my pedigree
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| Loyal soldier, put the chrome to vultures, just apply the torture for your
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| majesty, nigga |