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Retro boy, you know we make examples Yeah, history's bruised, this is a future Ha! Yeah, I got a good heart I was born on beat, that's a good start I had a feeling, I pushed past So now I feel like I'm the reason I should last I move like my itch don't stink Got a mood and a chance, no hip, no cyst This is all from the heart, in pro, no script Yeah, I'm just about writing it down So now I don't sleep, man, I miss those nights Take planes like trains, I don't miss no flights I'm the type of guy that would have no life Just to rock and shine like these gold eyes And I sound sad, but I'm happy And the only plan's to stay scattered Yeah, I ain't moving though I ain't made the bars, so why call the shots? We don't follow no crowd They follow us Don't follow no sound It follows us Don't sing in hell Look down, not wishing well Enough of us We call around shots Yeah, I got a good vibe I ain't trying to be big with my hook lines I had a feeling I could fly Before I hopped on a plane and ran to the sky Yeah, I'm a good guy And if you heard that, my wife is a true liar I'm hype, I don't do shite I bark up every tree and I do right Psych, I only play But you ain't got freedom of speech, I'm only saying I ain't got time for beef, I'm on the way So the eighth day of the week's my only lane That's outside, but I'm happy And the only plan's to stay scattered Yeah, I ain't moving though I ain't made the bars, so why call the shots? We don't follow no crowd They follow us Don't follow no sound It follows us Don't sing in hell Look down, not wishing well Enough of us We call around shots No one can hold us down No one will touch our crown No one can hold us down No one will touch our crown We don't follow no crowd They follow us Don't follow no sound It follows us Don't sing in hell Look down, not wishing well Enough of us We call around shots We don't follow no crowd They follow us Don't follow no sound It follows us Don't sing in hell Look down, not wishing well Enough of us We call around shots No one can hold us down No one will touch our crown No one can hold us down Enough of us We call around shots