| 2014, the year I died
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| Now I’m resurrected like Jesus Christ
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| I mean, y’all can tell by the shit I drive
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| When the doors go «Ah"like frequent flights
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| I mean, look inside my crib, look inside my whip
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| Big old body men and I can’t drive for shit
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| If I phone home is a spaceship
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| Nigga, in my budget was a motherfuckin' facelift, nigga what
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| Anyway, fuck what you heard and shit
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| I’m from 7 mile, I make urban shit
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| And my homies all fuck suburban chicks
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| But I just keepin' player with my urban bitch
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| I’m yellin' «D-day, d-day, d-day, d-day, d-day»
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| You a broke bitch, I don’t relay, relay
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| Before I even show up they gotta prepay, prepay
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| May in time runnin' out, bit relay, relay, relay
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| I just bought an island wildin' crib
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| So big they doubled up the brokerage fee
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| Bitches see me park and go wild and be screamin' «Hey Professor Oglevee»
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| Exes, flexin', sexin', textin'
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| I don’t really care, I caught me a colder piece
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| I just let my shit get so strong, can’t nobody here hold me?
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| Yeah, resurrection, woo
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| Damn, my perfection
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| I just doubled down and make them niggas learn their lesson
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| I was like «Yeah, resurrection», woohoo
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| 2016, the year I rise
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| Like the Phoenix, yeah man, my shit on fire
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| Copt the new McClan just to sit outside
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| And if you disrespect me yea the clit gonna ride
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| Wait, please dont front all my shit lke that
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| Woah bitch don’t touch, hold my shit like that
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| Lost all my soul just to get that plaque
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| And it’s been way too long for me to get that back
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| Wait, not that I say I regret it
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| We only fuck if you match my aesthetic
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| Wait, I think they all just rejecting
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| Hate what you not and that shit is pathetic
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| Wait, I just do what my perspective
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| And I guess they got some power to it
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| I just moved out of direction
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| Then I drove like 30 hours to it
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| I just bought an island wildin' crib
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| So big they doubled up the brokerage fee
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| Bitches see me park or go wild and be screamin'
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| Exes, flexin', sexin', textin'
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| I don’t really care, I caught me a colder piece
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| I just let my shit get so strong, can’t nobody here hold me?
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| Yeah, resurrection, woo
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| Damn, my perfection
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| I just doubled down and make them niggas learn their lesson
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| I was like «Yeah, resurrection», woohoohoo
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| No one, no one, no one can save you now
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| You die upon the devil, raise you now
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Resurrection
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| No one, no one, no one could save me now
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| I die upon the devil, raise me now
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| And call me nothing new |