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, first i wake up, wake up, thinking of a plan to get my cake up, cake up, cause i can't pay the rent with school papers, i need two acres and more, i know how it feel walking out the door pockets out of dough, out it doe, be on the flow, we smoking endo, but we out doe, adios, my audio getting me that audi or the range rov, mahogany colored clothing, my hog in the road, drive slow, cruising down memory lane before i hit the streets, have my melody playing, creators just lie with my, had her between guys, i think i'm married to jane, i remember the days when i'd forever complain, that's way before they started paying, i was in pain, sick in the brain like i never met a physicist yet, only lyricist on my metaphysics intellect, sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s, 90s babies it's a matter of time, sweet dreams my nigga, i wish you sweet dreams my nigga, sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s, 90s babies it's a matter of time, and time's not rewinding, yeah, been on my grind, i keep it 50-50, that's 100 on the real, no balance scales, still trippy, where i live it's either you know talents well and sell records, or know talent, well we still sell for the record, somehow the rap game reminds me of the trap game, in fact is the exact same, and these tracks is my crack caine, and if you listening then you a fan, our music is the kill like some vaccines, i'm exotic to the core so stop asking, got the blueprints to the game, but i read it as king, there's 47 ways to get this green, one is being an enslaved being, the other dreams, red pill or blue bean, i can't sit still i'm too lean, nigga, brush my bill on, niggas on my tail now that i blew green, track 6 on sum

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Artist: joey bada$$