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    I could put you on a wave
    I just put you on a wave
    You're pretty as the ocean
    I'm coming with the gang
    So you need to get out our way
    The ladies love it when I sing
    The niggas love my abilities
    When I make the fire on the beats
    I'm about to make a mil' a week
    When I hit 'em with the melodies
    I don't care what you tellin' me
    Tryna stay away from felonies, oh

    Girl, I'm Martin Luther, Martin Luther King
    Life is hard, I'm Kamasutra-ing
    I'm runnin' through the pain that the youth has been
    Inflicted with, it's just ridiculous that you would kill a kid for some Yeezy's
    Grab your shoes and give his mom a visit at the funeral, you lookin' fly as hell
    Is that really how we're living? Check it
    Got a vivid dream of some different (tell 'em)
    K. Dot is comin' out of me, the poetry you know it's been a minute
    Forefathers put the tax on our real fathers
    I don't feel represented, I should be up in the Senate
    Swear I feel like Martin Luther, baby, we need Adam, false prosecutor so they won't
    Hand, hand, hand, hand, hand, hand my niggas to the prisons
    Forgiveness over your permission
    Just because I didn't break it I'ma fix it
    And I'm with my dawgs, I'm finna sic ‘em
    Teachers said I need a lesson
    So I go and start my own school
    And it's a mystery to you, you get it?
    Misdemeanor's comin' true it ain't the question
    But it ain't a problem, they gon' catch you
    That's the mind state of the youth including me
    We need some new professors
    Were you goin' fast son? Yes, sir
    It was that autopilot on the Tesla
    Heart palpitating so my chest hurts
    Probably see it through my sweatshirt, yellow
    Mama, mama, mama, I'm a mess-up
    Sorry, mama, I'm a mess-up
    Paint the pedal just so I could go impress 'em
    Almost got us on the stretcher
    And I'm sorry mama, know you taught me better
    You know, you know you taught me better
    Father, I don't need a lecture
    Man, I know the street is rougher for the texture
    And I'm saying
    Sorry, mama, I'm a mess-up
    Sorry, mama, I'm the mess-up
    I just use these 808's to do confessions
    I'm double cursing and I'm flexing
    Vile person, I feel like I’m in prison
    This isn't me, it's my reflection
    My purity is the protection from the insecurities of a section of my soul

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    I just put you on a wave
    Just put you on a wave
    Follow me into the ocean
    You will never be the same
    I could put you on a wave
    I just put you on a wave
    Follow me into the ocean
    You will never be the same

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