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[Verse Annotate1] |
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Uh! I never wanted to be center stage |
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That's out of character, bonuses of my inner rage |
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As I mix things up, me and my chemist ways |
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Caught in my prime, where I'm stuck, all while my demo plays |
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Inebriated off returning, my revenge is certain |
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Potent power, green purple, my expensive smoking |
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Waking your tried ass up, don't got a dream to sell |
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Don't put your hand out, you don't mean me well |
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A couple of other dreamers take my spot |
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Number one with a bullet, save my CD shell |
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Hard as a storm weather, I'm never worried |
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I'm a never be your vendetta buried |
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I got a date with destiny, my head is hurried |
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My maker made my recipe, can't take it from me |
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You making enemies, you making money |
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Haters look out for love, Haters hate they love me |
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[Hook] |
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I put my count before a dollar sign |
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It ain't about no money, I can count on mine |
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Mind your business, keep your shit in line |
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Anything it's going to take, ain't no quitting time |
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Leave the games out there, we don't play |
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Ain't nobody going to care out here, that's no days |
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Fronting on us ain't a good idea, go pray |
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Those that say, don't know and those that know, don't say |
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It's a betrayal every day |
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[Verse 2] |
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You fucking with the wrong MC looking for love |
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I'm connected to a line of Gs |
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Born with the look, book in the plug |
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Sun coming all night, dumb and whooping in the club |
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Miss me if you shady, couldn't' find a better bulb |
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They think I'm digging them, think about the studio |
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Dummies love the gossip, patience shrinking as the rumors grow |
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I'm popping penguins, that's the usual |
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Don't plot on him cause that's your funeral |
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Vultures waiting every hit you drop |
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I'm elevating, couldn't get the spot |
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I'm revving on them, smelling like Pirelli |
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War zone, never seen a viking worried |
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Tough skin, stepping out [Italian made?] |
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What you describe as a fire at it's hottest grade |
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Still don't give a fuck and shit not trying to change |
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I look at you a sucker, you aligned with lames |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Fools blind rhyming with no purpose |
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New lines out of my old verses |
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You ain't lay it, that ain't your Roll-Royces |
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Niggas out here acting until you close curtains |
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Sixteens is getting me licked clean |
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Whip dreams, big bodies split screens |
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Hot throne you couldn't sit beside it |
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This is what you get if I should simplify it |
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How many soldiers seen a man [cell/sell?] |
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Understand hell, and the goal is to keep it real? Can' tell? |
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They stepping up as if the champ fell |
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Baby momma numbers and my tramp cell |
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[Hook] |
