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I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as I have been
A places at once
lives I have lived
Many battles I've
fought, and lost
1]
Mass
rulers
What's up to you
[?]
That's
I'm past the
I'm past the
The is trash
A bad
A ghost, a
massive tumors
Can't threaten a nigga me
With I'd be glad to do it
And sprinkle my on my Mac computer
And rap it
While Future
And say that's the
the future

If lookin for trouble
You gotta look far
the presence of dark

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

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I been
A places at once
Many lives I have
Many battles fought
fought, and lost
If you're for trouble
You ain't gotta far
the presence of dark
Wouldn't be any
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, don't go nowhere
These are a dead end
had my share of losses
I've had my share of
And I sure what hell is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, ain't
Then how we know what heaven is like?