| Cop it
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| Object
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| Put it in the pot
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| Then rock it
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| Put it out
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| Look how I profit
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| Haters tryna knock it
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| But I won’t stop
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| Cuz they know I’m about to blow
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| Yes it’s me
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| The underestimated MC
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| So, ill with the flow I need a M. D
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| Somebody call a doctor
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| I make 'em all sick when I hop out the phantom of the opera
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| Oppo-site to what I call a failure
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| I am the reasons y’all can’t look in the mirrors
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| But don’t worry I see shit a lil' clearer
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| Go ahead and act funny but you ain’t stackin' money
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| And therefore we ain’t here for the best
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| Matta fact, homey I can’t hear y’all
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| I’m deaf
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| I spit it in sign language, mob language
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| Keep me around bread like a sandwich
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| Dammit
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| The plane done landed
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| The plan unveiled
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| Now, gimme some space, I’m outta this world
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| Some niggas say they just tryna get a nut
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| That may be true, but, I’m a very big squirrel
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| Y’all niggas get in some shit and just bail
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| I’m at the precinct like fuck it it’s just bail
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| Me, I’m a very big deal with some very big work on a very big scale
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| Cop it
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| Object
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| Put it in the pot
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| Then rock it
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| Put it out
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| Look how I profit
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| Haters tryna knock it
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| But I won’t stop
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| Cuz they know I’m about to blow
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| I heard it was, squeeze first ask questions
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| So which one of y’all is the next to ask?
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| Be the same one of y’all, up next to blast
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| I suggest you raise up, like Exxon gas
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| You bullshittin', I’m talkin' what I could do
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| Mims is hotter than some cooked food
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| I’m a good dude, so usually I chill
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| But if you look close enough, you can see my steel
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| Yes, I’m concealed
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| Yes, I’m the shit
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| You think his paper long, you should see my deal
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| I’m Microsoft Mims, I rock wit' Bill Gates
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| First week, shipped a mill out the gate
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| And I ain’t tryna brag, I just set the record straight
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| My shit push 4, I’m just tryna move 8
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| You tryna catch up with me, ya too late
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| All you do is lose weight
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| IIIIII move weight
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| Driiiiive through states
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| Push like every day was a Tuesday
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| Wow, that’s real
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| Y’all, iced grill
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| I’m laughin' on my way to the bank wit' a nice mil
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| Cop it
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| Object
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| Put it in the pot
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| Then rock it
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| Put it out
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| Look how I profit
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| Haters tryna knock it
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| But I won’t stop
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| Cuz they know I’m about to blow
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| I’m a Range Rove rapper
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| Plain-clothes rappers
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| Need to stop actin' like the thang won’t clap ya
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| I am not a killer, nor do I defend 'em
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| I don’t swing at dudes, I am not a pendulum
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| I don’t write laws or rules, nigga I bend 'em
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| I don’t start careers when I beef, nigga I end 'em
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| You don’t want it with me, I can see clearly
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| You match up with I?
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| Please, barely
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| Dog, I’m nearly as high as it gets
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| I get weary in the sky when I fly like this
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| I’m so high, it’s gettin' kinda hard to top it
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| So imagine when the album drop, I’ma make y’all
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| Cop it
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| Object
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| Put it in the pot (I don’t know what the fuck she’s saying)
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| Then rock it
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| Put it out
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| Look how I profit
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| Haters tryna knock it
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| But I won’t stop
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| Cuz they know I’m about to blow |