| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am, huh
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am
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| (They know, oh, ohh)
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| Yo, huh
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| Hate my weaknesses
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| 45s on the bars like I’m on that yard, federal
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| Want some new leather, I’m better weather bound
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| I-8 like oh my, I’m down like a low high, aloha
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| A low ha when they talk crazy, buenos nochas
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| All of us is ovals, circle one, that’s perfect
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| I ain’t seen an nawh' one like my mama closed the curtain
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| Don’t be flirtin' with your gift, you better marry it—you nervous?
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| Don’t be scared of euurk euurk nothing
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| I’m scratching those been fronting
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| Never played the lottery like y’all, most of that’s worth nothing
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| Got no time or money to be wasting, honey, honey
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| Auntie shared some wisdom, say in life you must be cunning
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| You must be stunting with a body like, «Good God.»
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| I ain’t got the best, but ain’t nobody like, «Who ya?»
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, ohh)
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| They know who I am, huh
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| They know who I wake up bein' every mornin'
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| Everyday I wake up lacin' my Jordans
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| They know who I wake up bein' every mornin'
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| They know who I wake up bein' every mornin'
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| They know who I am, huh
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| You don’t know me, but you know me
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| Faith is believing in something they’ll never show me
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| I respect LeBron, but I love me some Kobe
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| It’s something about a winner, you gotta be winter, I’m cold, see
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| Respect to all old Gs
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| I keep my soul like an old Raphael Saadiq speech
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| Lack masculinity, I miss you
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| Sad they call it hate when we speak on some of them issues
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| But we can’t go ssshhh no more
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| I’m just trying to be all I can be for y’all
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| Cause Ruby Dee and Maya’s gone
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| And we gotta keep the fire strong
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| Back when my hair was long
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| And I was 100 pounds watching Viacom
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| New the powers of words
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| Rapping about more than what cars we on
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| Zim Zimmer, who got the keys to the Beamer?
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| I like to party too, who got balloons and some streamers?
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| I dream of arenas like Arenas playing in
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| But they say that the music I’m making ain’t paying many dollars
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| My purpose is priceless, lah lah
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| La La Anthony got hazel eyes
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| See the world the same in brown and green
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| Think money make you, you ill advised
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| We can’t change like dyes
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| So make music like this so you don’t forget
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| And always remember and recognize
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| —who you are (Who you are)
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| Who you are (Who you are)
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| They know who I am, yeah
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am, huh
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| (They know, oh, oh)
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| They know who I am
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| (They know, oh, ohh)
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| (They know, oh, oh) |