| They ain’t grossing a million liquid, don’t form an opinion
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| I’m sort of a genius, nothing short of a legend
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| Sort of Tommy Lasorda
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| The way I’m sorting these pitchers
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| Pictures whatever, fuck it my speech is off
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| Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far
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| Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars
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| Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with Mars
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| Only fear is mediocrity
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| So every time I got a beat I feel like I don’t gotta sleep
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| You keep praying on your break, I hope you got a sling
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| Shot for all them shots coming out them beaks
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| Sort of like Socrates in a Prada tee
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| You can’t kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer tees
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| People fucking with me, they ain’t fucking with you
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| Lyrically top hmm, being generous too
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| I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room
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| Made some moves, now I’m known to spit December in June
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| Rented a coupe, cool, met me a chick
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| Always keep a rubber, word to Telly In Kids
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| If you gon do it you gon do it, go handle your biz
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| Or smoke some purp take a Percocet and Xanax and chill
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| For real, you real then you don’t need to say it
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| It’s something to be great, it’s nothing to be famous.
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| Fuck fame, fuck money
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| Fuck everything anyone can take from me
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| It ain’t hard to make money
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| We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary
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| Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow
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| Sober thoughts keep me anxious, Moet gon' keep me calmer
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| Poetry keep her honest, these readings Stevie could draw up
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| Don’t see this deeper than music, don’t hear it but feel the author
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| I don’t hear no talking, we just hear them barking
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| And you know you run shit when they pay you good for walk-ins
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| Failure is not a option, success is just a process
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| Say «yes» one time they use you, say «no» one time they plotting
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| Didn’t make it through college, still debating my progress
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| End some friendships with homies, made some haters with albums
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| Limitation’s for cowards, this is Che mixed with Malcolm
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| This is anti Mark McGwire it takes patience for power
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| Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever
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| Roll a nick of that lala — that’s how I plays it — mellow
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| Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you
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| And I know my haters want to make my heart beat acapella
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| Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper
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| Cause I hella copped em so I could be way flyer than all them
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| I aspire for awesome and require some flossing
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| Only way they gon listen, find it highly unfortunate
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| Tryna see if real lyric spittin' can buy me a Porsche
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| Tryna see if I get my critics as silent as auctions
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| I decided to boss up, life’s a bitch and I court her
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| Don’t always fuck me good, I’m just too cheap to divorce her
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| Fuck fame, fuck money
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| Fuck everything anyone can take from me
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| It ain’t hard to make money
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| We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary |