| Oh, they don’t know just what you’re goin' through
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| Get up when they shake you, yeah; |
| don’t let nobody break you
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| Some say I’m the greatest; |
| some say I’m the fake-est
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| Some sayin' I’m underground, and some sayin' I made it
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| I’m highly motivated, so let me demonstrate it
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| I’ve been gifted since the womb, and I’m angry that I waited to show y’all,
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| I’ll rock a different image 'til you’re thrown off
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| I’m not shakin' my ass, but my words will not get Dome off
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| My momma told me not to ever run my mouth, but my mouth is makin' money;
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| let the motherfucker go off!
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| You not better cause you got a better publicist; |
| what’s the point of makin'
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| music if you’re not in love with it?
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| That’s about as dumb as puttin' trust into a government; |
| that’s about as dumb
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| as you still livin' at your momma’s crib
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| Keep your day job; |
| why you still hatin'?
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| It’s kinda funny, Hip-hop's my only occupation
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| I’m often misbehavin'; |
| don’t fit the stipulations
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| That’s the reason that my shit is never gettin' placement
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| (Extended part):
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| It’s all good
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| I’ll risk it all; |
| I’ve got nothin' to lose
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| You can try to send bad vibes, but I’m gon' live my life; |
| it’s all good
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| I’m grabbin' life by the go-nabs; |
| oh, crap
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| It’s all good; |
| bet you already know that
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| Ridin' in a Uber car, no stretch
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| Decapitin' rappers on tour, roadhead
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| I stay awake for those sleepin' on me, no rest
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| A lotta' people ain’t fuckin' with me, no sex
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| They never threw me a bone; |
| I had to go-fetch
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| Tryin' to flex on me; |
| can’t do it, no weps
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| Ha, so whatcha' gonna' do?
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| I used to dream about it; |
| now it’s comin' true
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| When there’s a million copies but only one of you
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| You gotta' take it to the booth and tell 'em, «I'm comin' through, 'cuse me»
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| My inner circle is the winner’s circle
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| Seein' too many spittin' like they skipped rehearsal
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| Hey, I came from the 'burbs; |
| now I’m universal
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| So don’t ever get me twisted, man; |
| purple-nerple
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| I took a lotta' hurdles, took a lotta' L’s
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| But my name starts with W, so critics, you can learn to spell
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| I wish they not threw in the towel
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| But before I leave the game, best believe I’mma burn it down
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| Before I leave the game, best believe I’mma burn it down |