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[Intro: Spose] |
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Yeah, yeah... |
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Dankonia... |
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Peter Sparker, Spizzy spose...[?] |
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It's the return |
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[Verse: Spose] |
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I got no lies in my lyrics |
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[?] |
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[?]...say Maine I got my bearings |
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I got whole milk in my coffee |
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Bro give me a topping |
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I'll flip it how they wouldn't think of flipping it |
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Funny how...[?] |
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I got no fights I been in |
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Size thirty my denim |
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Interior cluttered |
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Exterior dented |
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I had a major label with a big amount |
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And I wish that I hadn't spent it now |
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Went up in smoke, now I'm broke no cash |
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So I overdraft my check account |
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Can't afford no reefer |
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Can't afford no features |
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Say my name I used to be in the game |
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Now I'm sitting up in those bleachers |
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My wrist still not blinging |
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Phone still not ringing |
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Gmail, check forty times a day |
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But no new messages in it |
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You wanna know what's even more |
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My booking agent was Peter Schwartz |
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He booked Wiz Khalifa and Mac Miller |
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And he slept on me then re-divorced |
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But it's like he never knew me though |
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Finally told him it was time to go |
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He said "OK" and he told me that my *******t reminds him of Coolio (What?) |
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Really dude my *******t reminds you of Coolio? |
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Is the alphabet full of numerals? |
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Did you dudes forget that I'm super *******? |
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That I'm proven human spewing truly moving *******t for the dudes and bros |
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Up in Maine where it's two below and I don't rap 'bout no groupie hoes |
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You think my *******t sounds like Coolio? (*******!) |
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[Outro: Spose] |
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*******... ten years of lyrical *******t... |
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Three albums two mixtapes... |
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Dense ass verses and I sound like Coolio...? (C'mon...) |