| Now I dun been so talked about and laughed at,
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| Doubted by my family,
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| Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs,
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| Came back, anthrax, spitting like a automac'
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| This is where it started at, way before that We The Best,
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| I was back in Deerfield, giving momma heart attacks,
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| Calling but no answer she just wonder where her son was at,
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| I was in the studio, you was moving work and blow,
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| I was thinkin' bigger shit, they just want some 24′s,
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| Me I’m dreaming millionaire, I don’t think they hear me though,
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| Slidin' with my brother them, what you think that rental fo'
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| Livin at my momma house, tellin me to watch my mouth,
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| Workin with that 9 to 5, hated it without a doubt,
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| Fuck that job and left it there, met with DJ Khaled them
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| Couple months I’m outta here broward county pioneer,
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| Walking with no kinda feel, passed up on them scholarships,
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| Mr. Broward county in the flesh remember I am him,
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| And I play the game how I’m ‘posed to got my name all on
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| Them posters I ain’t boastin I’m jus' stating facts,
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| And I’m taking over fuck you loners,
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| Tell yo owner I pulled over like my Rover may have caught a flat
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| I am fucking back, like yo spinal cord,
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| All you lames extinct, to many dinosaurs,
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| Flow is super sick, I’m talkin herpey sores
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| Biggest shit in years, I’m talkin jersey shores,
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| ya, and like a cheeto I remain the same,
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| Gotta let the world know wat my fuckin name,
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| That’s why I hustle like I’m ten of yall,
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| And they don’t believe me check my protocal
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| I’m mista, keep a bad bitch, Louis V frames
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| I jus' hope you get the picture
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| Man a nigga starvin marvin and no time to bargain,
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| None you niggas pose a threat, y’all ain’t in my target,
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| Swingin to the top spot you can call me Tarzan,
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| Walking over lames, they can clearly play the carpet,
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| Hot shit, arson, murder scene caution,
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| They don’t want it with the kid, gladly get abortion,
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| See you niggas pocket watching, you wont get a portion,
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| Think I’m really slippin tho, bullets to yo organ,
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| Yea you niggas supa ducks yea I’m talkin oregon,
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| Ride the beat no choruses, like I’m in some foreign shit,
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| Kayko told me murder dat, so I went and bodied this,
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| Ballin like I’m by the rim, I deserve a scholarship,
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| This is where I’m at today, you should come and follow him,
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| I be on my planet tho, come and see my mother ship,
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| Fuck the game and let it go, there is no more sportsmanship,
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| 3 years with that We The Best, sorry I don’t see the rest,
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| I don’t care who comin next, you wont see me break a sweat,
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| Better than yo next effects, greater than yo thoughts can get,
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| Its me I am in the flesh, and this as good as it can get,
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| Man you niggas never pose a threat. |