| Billie Holiday, I sing your blues
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| Bet your life against me and I swear to God you’ll lose it
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| Muthafuck the cops, we still singin' for St. Louis
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| Super easy flow, shit I could do it while I’m snoozin'
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| Trippin' off the dope again like Pookie out of rehab
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| Talkin' money you ain’t got, steady makin' me laugh
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| Call it funny paper like a Sunday praisin' Jesus
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| The world goin' apes again, I swear we need a Caesar
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| I told him I ain’t single he still ask me can I see ya
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| I told him he ain’t too smart why them other ladies D ya
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| Your scorin' inefficient, I’m just talkin' business
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| Numbers never lie when you been shootin' high percentage
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| Go ‘head (go ‘head), go ‘head (go ‘head)
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| Go ‘head (go ‘head), go ‘head (go ‘head)
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| Go call the cops on us I’mma go start some craziness drama
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| Tryna be patient Obama don’t make ‘em bring out them llamas
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| Go ‘head
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| It’s intense when your color this immense
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| Throwing shade so much a nigga never needed tent
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| Either way it’s darker, I save myself a couple cents
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| I’m smarter than the average, we just talkin' bout the rent
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| Home of the free uh, livin' in America
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| Cold, cold world I guess we all is Nancy Kerrigan
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| Thought they’d let you skate through, or run like Marion
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| Let you reach your goal and then they call you ol' arrogant
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| Jordan ‘85 and shit, break a foot in all they asses
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| Book sense, common sense, that’s two separate kind of classes
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| I’m just in another space, you just on the same planet
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| Range shootin' out at things, I ain’t talkin' the Atlantic
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| Call me Plymouth Rock baby, no thanks given though
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| Only thing I’m thinkin' now is how to flip another flow
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| I ain’t talkin' commercials though, I know I’m talkin' progressive
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| So over your heads my homie said count your blessings up
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| It’s about ten I see and I ain’t speakin' Memphis
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| Talkin' bout patience, gifts, friendship bein' relentless
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| Boy I got some wings and I ain’t speakin' on Bentleys
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| But if I ever get one you know I’m whippin' on Indie
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| 500, hunnid, I tell you mu’suckas I’m comin'
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| Whether man or you woman, boy I’m a beast if you frontin'
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| Bring it back to your front and
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| Bring it back to your front and
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| Bring it back, rewind, it’s nuthin' to shine, so I |