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Follow the light. Wherever you are Love's where you lie. Just make it home Traveling, traveling. I been on the beach, yeah Jets, spending all the money and the time on my family, ooh Going through the sh*t with my family, mmm. Every other day new antics New cousin, new cousin. Nobody F**k, everybody want something from me. They ain't give me hand-outs when I came up Give a hand out everybody love me F**k, running round, running out to the back Take a glance at my charge, bad guys running in All the blind dogs will be feeling it All of my dogs have been killing it Just keep going let's find where we at Don't be knowing where this sh*t lead to You end up me tooed. Not like the movement I'm talking bout game Ma** Effect 2. We shot up the booth But that sh*t don't work. Look at the positive Look at the negative. Don't save emotions Going thru motions Thought I was good I was feeling spectacular Said f**k emotions so I went to socialize. That could distract me. Keep me on track. Head for the crown let's see where we at. Feeling better. Higher than High Feeling like rocket man. Like I'm kid cudi I'm up and away. I'll never betray All the examples are up on display Delayed the album to gather my thoughts My mind set now. And we never stopped I'm feeling bold so imma. Be honest F all you n***as. I'm a be honest Come to senses. You N***as fake You just some crows tryna eat off my plate And people don't care because they're all fake Imma run up. Let's start a panic Start a discussion. Turn yo a argument People just argue. They're really pa**ionate Done with the people, they're just inadequate Just keep going let's find where we at Don't be knowing where this sh*t lead to You end up me tooed Not like the movement I'm talking bout game Ma** Effect 2. We shot up the booth But that sh*t don't work Every friday and saturday night aspiring young rappers gather at a record store at hollywood Theyre rhyming lyrics to a thundering beat Are angry, violent, and profain People wanna see reality They wanna see whats really going on This is the youth. This is the young black youth. thats been put through hell You know what im saying? and they have to express themselves
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