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Dust it off and level up
All ya bars is hand me down
These n***as
Outta touch
They still want a
Grammy now
Dust it off and level up
All ya bars is
Hand me down
These n***as
Outta touch
They still want a
Grammy now
What the f**k is a nomination worth
If you come through the door and they pat you down
It's a price on my head
Price on ya head
World want us dead
All of us dead
All the love is dead
But you can't see it huh
This can't be it huh
But I could feel it when I got no feelings huh
Black or brown it don't matter just gray matter
But I'm forever like a black mamba in a 8pattern
Leaving marks in the sand
Wifey hand in my hand
I'm the head of this house
I was told it's god plan
Fought it for a minute
Hard to admit it
Wouldn't know if I can
But I still gotta get it
Still gotta uh
Even if the world is d**ned
Dust it off and level up
All ya bars is hand me down
These n***as
Outta touch
They still want a
Grammy now
Dust it off and level up
All ya bars is
Hand me down
These n***as
Outta touch
They still want a
Grammy now
Stuck up in the mud
Thought I wouldn't light my fire
Nothing gets me down
It'll make me rise up higher
Sit and cry for what
That'll never get me anywhere
I'mma work it out
See you at the top yeah yeah
Buckle up my seat belt
Turning up the gear yeah
Had to flip the sequence
Now you don't believe me
I found myself
Uncovering all my greatness
Yeah it feels amazing
Only surround myself
With the good energy
People got jaded
And now I really notice it
And I ain't mad at it
I wish you well
But just keep the f**k away from me
