| First scene, producers pointin' like action
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| As the chain swings, Lettin' shine no Sheen
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| Just my dream, Turn reality
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| Well done they say to me, How flatterin?
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| I’m just makin it work like batteries
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| Abuse and batter me, But never wanna challenge me
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| Leave em shiverin, Lookin in the mirror, like who can fuck with him?
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| Young troublesome, that the ladies love!
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| Packed show at the club, who said wait til 21?
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| Asked who booked, promoter didn’t even look my way
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| Ha, ok
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| Party people doin what I say
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| Hands in the air pat ya belly that’s enough ay
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| Just seein how much I can get away with
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| Lookin for a bird to get away with
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| Fly in my space ship
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| Take her back to where I live
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| Next to God crib
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| You ain’t never been higher than this
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| Young hollywood star livin' lavish
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| Lookin back what a habit
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| Everybody like what happened?
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| Feel like I’m movin backwards
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| Tyga please show out for the camera
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| Now everythings flashin
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| Sittin here like what happened
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| Feel like I’m movin' backwards
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| Will your friends go
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| If u had to choose
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| International will we be travelin' til we old and blue
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| That’s how family do
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| But what about if they didn’t pay they dues
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| Well I guess I’ll pay for that to
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| Accountant tellin me how much I withdrew
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| In the last past year or 2
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| Ain’t gotta say it so loud, ya know
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| I’m just tryin to keep my people proud
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| I’m the one they countin' on to bring the members around
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| I ain’t kiddin my mind is far from small child
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| I’m on some Mike Tyson shit up in the first round
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| Knock ya down, And then I smile
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| Throw in the towel
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| I’m so foul
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| X-rayin every girl blouse
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| Forgive me, I’m back calm now
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| Less energy
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| Late-ly
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| I don’t know what’s gotten in to me
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| Young hollywood star livin lavish
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| Lookin back what a habit
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| Everybody like what happened?
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| Feel like I’m movin backwards
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| Tyga please show out for the camera
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| Now everythings flashin
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| Sittin here like what happened
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| Feel like I’m movin backwards
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| My heart beats
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| Echoes into the cold streets
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| Where nightmares and darkness begin to meet
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| As I see
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| Nobody cares about my history
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| Not even me
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| Holdin tight to my rosary
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| I’m just hopin, someone notice me
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| Hopefully, Sign a cd
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| But right now, does it look to shabby T?
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| Look down cant even see my feet
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| Everythings blurry
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| But now, no more worries for me
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| Maybe go on Maury
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| As the rappers that used to be
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| These days they wont even accept me
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| Except me
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| Some excedrin
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| To get rid of conception
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| Drugs are a blessin
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| To someone with no breakfast, damn
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| It’s so hard bein exited, out
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| Tryin to figure out
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| What my whole lifes: Been about
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| Cant even do that right
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| Will i ever see the light
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| We back in the limelight Mike
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| Young hollywood star livin lavish
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| Lookin back what a habit
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| Everybody like what happened?
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| Feel like I’m movin backwards
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| Tyga please show out for the camera
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| Now everythings flashin
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| Sittin here like what happened
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| Feel like I’m movin backwards |