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This for the riders who taking advantage of moments And praying for proper atonement I look at myself in the mirror my only opponent They blowing smoke, it ain't potent These Rapatouille niggas, cheffing with rodents Recipe lacking the proper components They been throwing salt, they they don't got sauce They borrow ingredients, and never own it Been in my bag, my duffel, with struggles on shuffle They fight for attention, that ain't my scuffle That chip on my shoulder done turned into ruffles Its game bitches dig em out with a shovel They stretching the truth, it's tearing they' muscle It started with huh, turned into hustle Them questions I had now completing the puzzle We needed a single, I put up a double like Bring it on home, no matter the call I pick up the phone The way that I work I need me a clone They said take a seat, I found me a throne I'm telling em pick up the phone You don't wanna miss when I'm in the zone I'm looking for green, that's setting the tone What's there to address? The beat is my home This shit for me, I knew along what I'm destined to be But give me a dollar amount if it's tension attached, I ain't gon be stressed for free Clarity's key, I opened the blockers I used to have over my vision to see And saw that the only way I would be happy is stop chasing everything that'll flee Now that I woke up it's chai tea, wit a shot of espresso, I'm high key Dirty dirty the flow is a High knee to the cranium I'm on my Bruce Lee I'm insane and I'm Moving like new ski's, with Vibranium Niggas like who the fuck do he got training him Way that he rose he mixed with geranium Times Square turning up the palladium Bring it on home, no matter the call I pick up the phone The way that I work I need me a clone They said take a seat, I found me a throne I'm telling em pick up the phone You don't wanna miss when I'm in the zone I'm looking for green, that's setting the tone What's there to address? The beat is my home