2 Train (feat. Lee Odom Sax)

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PhearNone

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Mood change. 2 train today
No Benz, no Bentley, no planes
Black hood, Onyx boots, pinky ring
Fresh to death. Hard case, strings and things
No tangents, no pageants, nothing lame
Stay focused. Donald Sterling, no games
It’s in the atoms, molecules, my cell membranes
Who gives a f*ck what lazy haters got to say
Moving on. MacPherson music type of day
Weed breath, Avalon, Nuemann thing
Botany, seed sex, hybrid eggs
By myself or walking in with the baddest dame
My music logic, no reason why I move this way
Pro with my tools. Moving at a machine’s pace
Aw man, more power gets you more brains
Not every man can maneuver in the fast lane
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Not every man was born for the fast lane
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Minor chords designed for diminished ways
Music can free or make a bunch of new slaves
Tell your board to prepare for a new wave
Mind music plus hind music like J’Ouvert
A musician itching to christening a new plane
Raised Juedo like mayo rocking some old J’s
Size eleven. Color heaven, I’m floating
On the track. 2 train, I’m coasting
Had the whip, but Jack Frost got it choking
Camry blues. Take the bruise for a moment
My inner strength would make you think I’m juicing
When honestly God, all I’m doing is juicing
Rappers acting. T-Mobile, boosting
While in BK I create million-dollar blueprints
Got stocks rising, but no stock sounds in my music
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Not every man was born for the fast lane
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Not every man was born for the fast lane
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Empty train cars on rush hour got to reek
Full of piss, germs, liquor or a bum’s feet
Try to make New York a gentrified, gold street
But let me tell you Zoo York boy if there’s beef
Striving to a mil, but got to get a grand a week
Writing beats, rocking beats, beating feet in sneaks
Get lucky. Catch PhearNone rocking the whole industry
No euro, dollar, yen could make a nigga’s life bleak
Not all about money, but it is this week
The seven-figured negro about to educate streets
Ubiquitous hero gonna lift the family
First step is action and perseverance expose the weak
Afraid to fail. Don’t exhale and count sheep
Don’t feel me now? Oh well. I expose thee
Lead by example and never a white pawn piece
The Don King dunking in Versace sneaks
Gold on black with the i8 sitting down the street
Still hold down the co-op. Got a crib in CT
Talk investments, not where a nigga got his T (Vinnies)
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Not every man was born for the fast lane
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