Welcome to the new age where they're thirsty for that Kool-Aid
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Thirsty for first in that page, really thirsty just to be fake
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Be the first to hate what you say, trying to diss you calling you "gay"
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Such an urgency to express himself, but really nothing to say
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Don't fuck with us, we too tough, get high like you do drugs
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Like spit me out I'm chewed up, chopped and screwed up
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I know you up in this club, I know you don't give a fuck
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You told me what you don't like, you made that clear, now what do you love?
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It's gotta be more, some live the life of the rich, some people gotta be poor
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I've been through a door
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I will not sell you a dream, that's what the lottery for
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The music is clay, I shaped it, I molded it
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Like it was pottery or the mouth with the law
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Twist it like Robert Duvall, son, the godfather raw
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Free as the diamond you found on the floor
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Furnished the rhyme with the proper decor
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I burnished the nine in my mind with the galore
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So they burning with shaman, I'm popping the door
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To top off the law
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If your style is married to substance, you sound like you got a divorce
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That's why I'm blocking and un-following y'all
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I done forgot what I'm following for
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Enough about y'all, now back to me
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Ain't no academic leave, I'm not faculty
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These new slaves ain't ready for my masterpiece
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So when they hear me rap it's catastrophe
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'Cause a casualty so casually they mistake what I do for having beef
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I don't actually wish anybody harm, now stretch your arms and clap for me
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Wake up 'cause no you're not dreaming
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Catch up with us 'cause we leaving
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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Wake up 'cause no you're not dreaming
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Catch up with us 'cause we leaving
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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Ever since the day I was born, that monster day I was chosen
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To rise above them all and be a leader, I'm like Malcolm X when on the podium
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Martin Luther with a dream, Rosa Parks on the bus
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Though as funny as it seems it remind me of us
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Through the money and the fame ain't shit gonna change for the light we adjust
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Do it for the children without a ceiling to live up under
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Times getting hard, that's why my niggas smoke that tropic thunder
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If all our people spreaded love instead of evil
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We would prosper our conscious to a level with no equal, lethal
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Stay true, I gave you my oath
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What would the ancient God my, nigga, throw
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Through all the books and the screens I was taught
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I look at myself and pretend to learn the most
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Our leaders dead and gone, what's left for the believers?
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If you looking for the truth, one word: underachievers, nigga
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Wake up 'cause no you're not dreaming
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Catch up with us 'cause we leaving
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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Wake up 'cause no you're not dreaming
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Catch up with us 'cause we leaving
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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Got enough followers
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I'm looking for some new leaders
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As I change the so called predestined course of my life
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Advance my shit so now I travel at the speed of light
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Moving these intricate insecurities out of sight
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Moving myself onward from the darkness into the light
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I take flight, it's goodbye to all the negativity
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That plague millions of young innocent souls like me
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Gave me the genius mind state necessary
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To feast off of this unlimited figurative tree
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Of life, I tried to tell these niggas that I perpetrate the movement
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Something like going police of human devolution
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As I fall asleep on these social forms of materialism
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I wake up and go through more colors than your normal prism
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Would you rest my soul, I'm blinding me to a f |