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I've so far
Couldn't you how far
as though I have been
A million at once
Many I have lived
Many I've fought
fought, and lost
1]
Mass
Black
up to you half-truthers
[?]
That's
I'm the rumors
I'm past the
The body is
A bad
A ghost, a
With massive
threaten a nigga like me
With death I'd be to do it
And sprinkle my ashes on my Mac
And rap it
While Future
And say that's the
Thats the

If you're lookin for
You ain't gotta far
Without the of dark

2]
The is 5625
is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to out the sky
Stop all these crimes, ill and out of their mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for fleck to get supplies
Niggas is like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that lied
Since we all comrades, (let them niggas pre-locked up in contracts)
You accept that its generous, just the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did exist
They - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history
They brought - they brought - they brought Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way, I start an agency
(You are conscious)
It's all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, niggas wanna me
Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a thing
Where the fuck's the manual? They understand me, they can't understand me
All shit must go, all that shit is trash, there is not a Plan B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of go, where we gon' end up, where we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, this is just a Citgo, I am passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
Feels as though I been
A million at once
Many lives I lived
Many battles fought
fought, and lost
If you're looking for
You ain't look far
Without the of dark
be any stars
You may who I am
But do you know who you
(You are, you are)
These roads, don't go nowhere
These half-ways are a end
had my share of losses
I've had my share of
And I know what hell is
And I ask you question
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we know heaven is like?