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Blev I became accustomed Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon b*t*h don’t rush me Roll enough weed 'til a n***a don’t function I been in the dungeon Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus sh*t is disgusting, uhh Flows gon’ hit like a million punches [What if sh*t paid off?], I ain’t never take one goddamn day off 4 to 9 got laid off Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff Running like a madman, running like a madman Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up Running like a madman, running like a madman Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up I been tryna maintain through the madness, the average, the dream of the lavish Living like a n***a never had no limitations I was tryna make it to another destination Had to tell them motherf**kers, set they reservations n***a hot, more ventilation But the temperature is rising up The vision bright, it might blind you but I ain’t never been inclined by much, I’m a diamond bruh Soft silk in the lining of A Cadillac I push it farther than Gods or men, a lane that you never been in Looking timid with your vision, I can tell you pretend A tentative stance, your chance to last, it been [grim?] Attempt to grasp it all, really beyond them The writing's been on the wall to read but y’all skim Didn’t attain it overnight my n***a, I been here The [?], the one that you’re never convincing These flows of no conviction, got a cold addiction I been on a soldiers mission, I’m opposed to the contradictions and the consequences All that sh*t is non-essential, tell them motherf**kers check the credentials n***a we ain't living in suspension, had to fix the Wi-Fi connection Got a n***a feeling resurrected, my god I became accustomed Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon b*t*h don’t rush me Roll enough weed 'til a n***a don’t function I been in the dungeon Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus sh*t is disgusting, uhh Flows gon’ hit like a million punches [What if sh*t paid off?], I ain’t never take one goddamn day off 4 to 9 laid off Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff Running like a madman, running like a madman Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up Running like a madman, running like a madman Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up Can’t sell my soul for the fame, brought an umbrella with me for the rain Can’t change for the change, got a little bit of that and I stayed the same I was in the basement, tryna make it happen, I ain’t had no resource f**ked up decor, hiding like a decoy, I was on a mission like the plan Ghost Recon Dealing with the narcissists, I never worked with the novices I’m tapped into where my conscience is Elevated to a level where you can’t exist Breathe rare air sittin' in the seat I sit So what I miss? They lost in the fog, the mist Some monster sh*t, the sickest in the syndicate The scent of this’ll send ‘em on cerebral trips They play the blame game, got your mind playing tricks I gotta maintain, aim shoot, I can’t miss reload, no repetitive sh*t And I been ahead of the mix Anonymous, I know it is what it is Only so many f**ks to give, it's I became accustomed Eating these beats like I’m sitting at a luncheon b*t*h don’t rush me Roll enough weed 'til a n***a don’t function I been in the dungeon Cooking this heat, sh*t smell like fungus sh*t is disgusting, uhh Flows gon’ hit like a million punches [What if sh*t paid off?], I ain’t never take one goddamn day off laid off Had dreams of the cream, won't fiend like Madoff Running like a madman, running like a madman Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up Running like a madman, running like a madman Tryna maintain, tell ‘em all keep up
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