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Look, now let me ask you a question |
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Who are you? |
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Where you from? |
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What you reppin? |
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Is every bar about a burner or a weapon? |
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Now he all gassed up by his presence |
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Some tell me that my music is depressing, but |
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The best rapper in the world, |
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I was destined |
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Jumpoff! Must be the exception |
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Am I the only one that's progressing in the recession? |
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They tell me tricking ain't tricking if you got it |
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I never heard more false words spoken |
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So, if I told you |
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I'm a leave your wrist frozen |
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I was either lying to you or just joking |
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You could be in a wet |
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T-shirt soaking, |
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You could, tell me how your shit get like the ocean |
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You could, jack me off with a bottle of lotion while ya legs open |
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And have trouble gettin a token |
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I grew up a lil, see |
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I'm much more mature, |
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My repoire is one you can adore (ask around) |
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That wasn't always the case so that's for starter |
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I'm enjoying the hood, the one after father |
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I used to invest in heroin |
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With money in |
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Maryland, not |
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Merrill Lynch |
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Morgan Stanley, |
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Goldman Sachs, |
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And now I'm holding stacks as |
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I stroll in |
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SaksSing it! |
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Uh, check me out now![Ya na'mean?Nigga all grown upIt was this shit][Verse 2:] |
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Look, when |
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I was younger |
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I used to get ass for sport |
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Now I'm less about her sex, |
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I'm more into her thoughts |
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Nah, I ain't mean to cross that yet, |
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I regressI'm more into her thoughts on sex |
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And the property, fuck what's across my neck |
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Be clear, |
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I'm more into her career then her hair |
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Her mindstate; nothing is insurmountable |
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I'm worried about her account, is she accountable? |
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Real man shit, |
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I'm no longer outlandish |
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The roof don't drop but it's panoramic |
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And I know haters can't stand it |
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So I do it on purpose, still on my |
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Jerz shitWe don't fall flat, and we never cave in |
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I leave pressure right to my doormat |
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All that adversity never worried me |
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If anything it feeds me, it'll nourish me (motivate me) |
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I try to keep it a hundred, non fiction |
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Lane switching in my true religions with the double stitching |
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No fitted, |
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T, Kid Robot |
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These rap niggas is ass and |
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I don't dig botox |
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Into entering clubs, dodging photogs |
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So they can talk shit bout me for a whole blog |
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Go hard, no prob, that's the plan(I might) laugh at jokes nigga, |
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I'm a grown ass man! y |
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Ya heardCheck me out now![Yeah!Joey!I swear to god if this roof came down..This shit be down right now, snowingand I'd have my mo'fucking my shades on and shit, my hand out the window smoking...A blunt!Be next to the cops tooFuck off coppers!Sheah] |
