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[Intro] |
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Let me assert my firm belief |
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That the only thing that we have to fear is...fear itself |
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Cut the check man x2 |
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Bobby! |
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[Verse 1] |
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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Gentlemen, consider this moment the Genesis |
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This is the part where you flip the ************* out as you feel the adrenaline |
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I'm only here to give, I'm only here to give you the experience |
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Oh what an experience, they probably should've prescribed me with Ritalin |
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But ************* it, rumor has it A.D.H.D wasn't real, it was just an experiment |
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All of these years I was taught to be ignorant |
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Tryin' to figure out why I'm so dif-ferent |
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Modern day life is set up like a pyramid |
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I was sleep, man I woke from the ignorance |
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Wake up now, tryna' sell me a member*************p |
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*************ttin' on *************s so much that I'm hemorrhaging |
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Your ************* on my couch auditioning |
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She wants me to buy her some booty shots |
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But I can't fix a flat, I'm not Michelin |
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My mind's overflowing with images |
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So many thoughts I can never remember them |
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But I never forget to go straight to the source |
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I learned to cut out all the middle men |
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I got no patience for your basics |
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Time is windiling, you just ain't interesting |
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No strangers inside of the organization |
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That *************t is strictly prohibited |
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The music industry is sickening |
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But no one will ever admit this *************t |
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These *************s ain't making the numbers they make |
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And *************t, half of these *************s pretending |
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[Bridge] |
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Yo, ************* a hater, ************* a genre |
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No genre |
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You can't box it in |
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They try to box me in but they couldn't box me in |
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They try to describe me but they just still can't describe me to this day |
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You'll never be able to describe me |
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No genre, no genre, no genre |
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The label |
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[Verse 2] |
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Why do I bother spending time gathering thoughts up? |
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(?) go a little bit harder |
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I'm like Jesus on the microphone |
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I make vodka from water (shots, shots, shots) |
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Kinda' like Jimmy Carter, just a little bit darker |
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The rap game just got a little bit smaller |
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I just lay down the facts |
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So lay down and stay down or stay off my sack |
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*************s say I ain't ****, need to lay off the crack |
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Bustin' like a mother******' AR with lasers |
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Drop a ******' bomb on the radar like Adolph was back |
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I blow a state straight off the map |
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Hundred round ricochet, when them stray rounds come back |
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Got to go and get this paper, I can't hang out to chat |
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Where the, where the, where the players at? |
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Bring the paper back |
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Running through the racks like a mother******' pyromaniac |
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I need a lady that ain't a basic rat, with a crazy gat |
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With a decent booty hanging out her back |
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Give that thing a smack like a angry black (pow) |
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But before I smash gotta' wear a safety hat |
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Bobby where the mac? Bobby where the mac? |
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Man Eastside got the flow, had to bring it back |
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Now mother******s acting conscious and *************t |
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Just cause you're dressed like a hippie |
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Attending the Coachella concert and *************t |
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Don't make you no different than me |
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Cause I happen to like making money and *************t |
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I'm just being honest, I never make promises |
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I just pay homage and *************t |
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No Genre you ************* |
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Bandz |
