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

If you're lookin for
You ain't look far
Without the presence of

2]
The is 5625
Niggas is clappin' and 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 for fleck to get some supplies
Niggas is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did die? Why?
is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let them niggas up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't that it did exist
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history
They brought - they brought - they brought Bill Nye back the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way, I could start an
(You are conscious)
It's all about branding, all about branding, feel a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me
Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing
Where the fuck's the manual? They can't understand me, they can't me
All that 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 a shit-show, this is just a Citgo, I am only passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
Feels as though I been
A million at once
lives I have lived
Many I've fought
I've fought, and
If you're for trouble
You gotta look far
Without the of dark
Wouldn't be any
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, they don't go
These half-ways are a end
I've had my share of
I've had my of lessons
And I sure know what is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, ain't
Then how we know what heaven is like?