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Always stay hydrated Drinking all this agua Not playing mind games Getting to this gualla On my own timeframe Can't nobody stop me Blueprint like Myspace They watch me & they copy I can see the future So I can't get throwed off Know they got they shooters So I can't afford to doze off Call me Kama Sutra Cuz it's time to take these clothes off Can't say I ain't been through it Lighting doobies off the stovetop Hadda get back to the Back to the Back to the music Focused on the wrong shit An I started to lose it If I'm being honest Man I need a real producer Lump sum on my mind All the time like a tumor An I been off my grind But I'm tryna continue Not tryna ride with weight That's intent to distribute Bitches feel a typa way But still won't press the issue Ain't phased by the hate Cuz they gon praise at my funeral Ahead of my time Cuz I been masked up If I do the crime Loose ends wrapped up I just mind mine I'm not tryna act up But you crossed a line Why you tryna act tough Bring me out my peace Ima have to do the same You think shit sweet But I'm not the one to play wit EA baby cuz I'm really in the game You don't want me as a enemy You gon get sprayed I'm spiritual cuz miracles the reason I'm alive Lately though these hating hoes Been tryna kill my vibe Brush em off just trust the process Got it in my sight So focused on my dough Got these rolls, watch em rise Can't noone that I know outwork me So I'm getting mine Ian even worried cuz they listen when I didn't try Say what you want But I fuck with them Gemini's I do what I want Ain't no such thing as Him and I Hadda get back to the Back to the Back to the music Focused on the wrong shit An I started to lose it If I'm being honest Man I need a real producer Lump sum on my mind All the time like a tumor N I been off my grind But I'm tryna continue Not tryna ride with weight That's intent to distribute Bitches feel a typa way But still won't press the issue Ain't phased by the hate Cuz they gon praise at my funeral Money