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[Intro]
2022
Blue (Blue)
Yo

[Verse 1]
Goon out the fetal, head cool, clout is the root of evil (Uh)
The smartest one you speak to, my sneakers wet with free drool (Huh)
Too cerebral, off leader horses, the coupe's medieval
Stayed to myself 'cause it's hard for me to get used to people (Yeah)
You fools are see-through, I ain't lookin' at you, lookin' past you
Crook and cash is per pill, what you want is hard to whip it natural
Crooked apple, hate and envy rush in me, I shook the tackle
Living legend mana, throw my actions where they put my statue
Over with all the dedication, now I'm levitatin'
New degree from all the peasants, breakin', it ain't resignatin'
Boy, you got a death wish, I can book you a reservation
Easy forward, niggas ain't really crazy, it's medication
Niggas been lookin' weak and runnin' out of sheep (Huh)
Three hour sleep, kickin' up they hundred dollar feet
Every move, you get a new hater, they come in by the week
Bundles up the Jeep, vacatin' the jungle's my retreat

[Chorus]
Uh
Can't no reward without the struggle (Struggle)
Your blood, sweat and tears form a puddle 'fore they really love you
Keep your vision through a tunnel (Tunnel)
We been through it for a while, they ain't put me here to be humble (Nah)
Nigga, fuck bein' humble, we made it out the jungle
The money comes with problems, don't matter long as we double, shit
I'll dig the hole, give me the shovel
Presidents by the bundle, music without the muzzle (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Reality in how these fools appear in mind
If I gotta choose careers, they gas you up, you losin' ear
Lost in this game of music cheers (Uh)
Speed and get your head on collisions, fuck up your new veneers
It's people 'round, I'm movin' in, trunk full of hearts for souvenirs (Woah)
New designer, steppin' on niggas, get 'head and choose your pair
Used a pair when he tried to form on me, mad that I flew through tears
Chart topper, I'm used to see this game when you gotta shoot your peers
My trophy's got a stupid gleer, [?] through [?] legit
Don't talk in breaking bad position, now the bag is different
That ain't drippin', dawg, your fashion's glitchin'
Carbon MAG [?]
Fuck what I expect, you see my future, never had the vision
Rags to rich and these numbers don't add up to the mathematician
Jealousy is coming 'cross, never opened up double doors
With me, you'll take another loss, gold plated and rubbin' off
Rations for your stomach rolls, boy, you're under the under boss
Another day, another Porsche, costs from twin exhaust

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