[Verse 1]
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If it's one thing I've learned that I've written down on paper
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It's never leave some weed on the table with a stranger
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Shit, I can barely even trust my friends
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Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends
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I mean really why even should I try and test it socially
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Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them
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Entertain the story while it's testing on my patience
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Why the f*ck you think I spent this money on surveillance
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While I'm on the other side of Earth without assistance
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Pitchin' in the night singin' "Evy goes the distance"
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At home the same shit is goin' on, I don't miss it
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It's a nice place to live, but I wouldn't wanna visit
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Never steppin' out the car or on the stage without a purpose
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Ghost-ride the whip like I'm ghost writing verses
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Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses
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Director of these photos so the aim remains focused
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Hold still right there, hold still
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[Verse 2]
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I ain't holier than now or tryna even act superior
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Half the shit I rap about I'm speaking from experience
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I'm livin' at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes
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People get deceived, seein' gangsters dressed in surf clothes
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From earth where they birthin' those flows to set the world off
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On a wet park bench drinkin' OJ and Smirnoff
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I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it
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Never tell it how it wasn't, I only pin that harder
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I been tourin' constantly, so there's wear and tear value
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That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel
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Document this madness till the day I come unraveled
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And retreat to the Matterhorn, baskin' in the castle
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On some Dennis Leary Asshole, f*ck you pay me shit
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I've come too far to get jacked and and give away the vics
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So right about now I think it's a¢æ?bout that time
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That I'ma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme
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What the f*ck
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[Verse 3]
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I ain't speakin' on my businesses in public when concerning deals
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Steppin' on stage like it's light-bulbs or turning wheels
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In spite a couple nights of a thousand that I didn't kill
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I still kept it peelin' out and steppin' up for Reverend Real
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Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up
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The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with
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Nothin' is original
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Even under cloudy days sun is still shining
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Just rerouted and out of phase
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Lately when I walk I've been trying to hold my posture straight
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Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way
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California love from Diego to across the bay
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All across the map to every single solitary state
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All across the baggage claim, all across the gate
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Some callin' it freight how I'm carrying weight
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Some callin' it fate while some others remain torn
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Some callin' it rain cause that's when I brainstorm
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Strangers
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Evidence |