| Lately been feelin' magnetic, that’s nothin' new
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| ('netic, want it, catch it, get it, let it, then forget it, let it go)
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| Lately they really synthetic, they stick like glue
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| ('thetic, 'thetic, 'thetic, then 'em give me headaches, gotta let it go)
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| Lately been feelin' magnetic, that’s nothin' new
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| ('netic, want it, catch it, get it, let it, then forget it, let it go)
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| Lately they really synthetic, they stick like glue
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| ('thetic, 'thetic, 'thetic, then 'em give me headaches, gotta let it go)
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| Young son, check me, all 10 toes
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| One proud mama if y’all didn’t know
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| From the Serengeti, now I run the snow
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| 'Cause my truth on every time I rhyme in the booth strong
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| Are fake men and some crazy hoes
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| They mom was probably lazy though
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| Taught 'em how to get a dollar and be petty when they holla
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| Whenever he ain’t a baller, so we can’t be close
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| Close, chains be close
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| Pain be close, to hangin' on me brother
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| Take these flows, I gave these flows
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| And then I make another
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| I flick, they peep
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| I walk with alligators on my feet, nigga no shame
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| I pimp these with a gold cane
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| Been in the streets, nigga know 'caine-'caine
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| Lately been feelin' magnetic, that’s nothin' new
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| ('netic, want it, catch it, get it, let it, then forget it, let it go)
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| Lately they really synthetic, they stick like glue
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| ('thetic, 'thetic, 'thetic, then 'em give me headaches, gotta let it go)
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| Lately been feelin' magnetic, that’s nothin' new
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| ('netic, want it, catch it, get it, let it, then forget it, let it go)
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| Lately they really synthetic, they stick like glue
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| ('thetic, 'thetic, 'thetic, then 'em give me headaches, gotta let it go)
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| Really I be spittin' like a no name
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| Tell 'em what you write, you really go sane
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| Everybody runnin' from the evil
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| And I really does it for the people, ayy
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| Give me deposit of the whole thing
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| Shawty need to drop it, I’m the stroke bank
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| Might not owe a little bit of cheese though
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| But it’s still a dime, got her knees low, ayy, ayy
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| I’m stickin' to the code
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| It’s frigid to the toes
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| I’m runnin' outta lovers
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| I did it for the foes
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| I did it for the hoes
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| I did it for my mother
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| And really I suppose, I didn’t really know
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| I’d meet a lot of brothers
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| That’s livin' in the cold
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| And heard my lil' flow and now they all a hundred
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| Now they want the hunnids, but they all guess it’s above us
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| How we got here, now we on the come up
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| Took a lil butter and I turned it to a honeycomb
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| That’s just the bread and butter
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| I finally got to utter all my dreams without a stutter
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| And I did it from the gutter
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| Lately been feelin' magnetic, that’s nothin' new
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| ('netic, want it, catch it, get it, let it, then forget it, let it go)
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| Lately they really synthetic, they stick like glue
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| ('thetic, 'thetic, 'thetic, then 'em give me headaches, gotta let it go)
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| Lately been feelin' magnetic, that’s nothin' new
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| ('netic, want it, catch it, get it, let it, then forget it, let it go)
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| Lately they really synthetic, they stick like glue
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| ('thetic, 'thetic, 'thetic, then 'em give me headaches, gotta let it go) |