| Still writing with a pen
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| Made in America shit
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| This that old school fifty shit
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| Shot up in the whip he got
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| Hit with the picky stick
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| But this is something different
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| Teach you how to rap a bit
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| But you don’t know the half of it
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| Half the shit you spit still sound like you practicing
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| What’s up with the fuck shit
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| I’m about to press this button
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| I’m just motherfucking thing, let it sing
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| This ain’t no telephone but I bet it still ring
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| I’m talking about a gun dummy
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| Forrest Gump, run from me
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| Rob you for your lunch money
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| Probably 'cause I’m still hungry
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| And everyone under me
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| Every motherfucker still want shit from me
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| They love you then they leave you then they love you again
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| I got money in the bank because I’m good with the pen
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| And I’ve been to the pen and this isn’t pretend
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| I give a hundred and ten and always will till the end
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| They love you then they leave then they love you again
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| So fuck em, I don’t need em, I ain’t fucking with them
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| It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends
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| I wonder if they’ll be there when it comes to an end
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| Class in session, rap style aggression
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| You could say I’m passionate about my profession
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| Got more flows then bass pros whole
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| Fishing pole selection
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| This about progression
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| You’ll see in just a second
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| You stuck in the mud
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| Take a seat, learn a lesson
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| What dumb fuck
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| I’m the best, no question
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| And If you disagree you can aim in my direction
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| I bet you miss every time
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| Like where the fuck did you learn how to rhyme
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| YouTube reactors missing every line
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| Like what the fuck
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| You deaf, dumb or blind?
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| (I'm not even trying)
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| Who’s next up in line
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| Trying to be friends shit
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| Dishing me your rhymes
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| Trying to get a mention
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| Hit you with a hammer like that kid from Indiana
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| Fuck the pictures, fuck the cameras
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| Think you’re tough until you get handled
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| They love you then they leave then they love you again
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| So fuck em, I don’t need em, I ain’t fucking with them
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| It seems like nowadays I got a bunch of new friends
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| I wonder if they’ll be there when it comes to an end |