| I’m just chillin' right now
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| Super chill mode
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| Ha I’m just chillin'
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| Writing through these pages, I’m the type of dude with patience
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| Always grindin' cause it’s likely that I might get super famous
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| You don’t like me cause I got your wifey vibing to my latest
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| Always sliding like my fuckin' rhymes are highly lubricated
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| Einsteins' my status, with the science I’ve created
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| All the time that I done gave it
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| Get inside your mind, contain it
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| Not invited, I invaded, got you high and feelin' faded
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| Like a night or two in Vegas, where your wife would do me favors
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| I do what I gotta do my brotha
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| Move as smoooth as butter cause this dude has come to do it like no other
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| I’m the truest, actin' foolish, did I stutter?
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| Movin' through the clutter of these other fuckers thinkin' they can one up
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| He invades a session like let’s begin
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| Can’t you see the way he ate the record fifty seconds in?
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| You will never see the day that A will ever let you win
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| I beg you then to please wake up
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| It’s me that you ain’t better than
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| Look, burnin' backwoods
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| They heard I’m that good
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| Servin' cats cause my assertive ass could
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| A certain fact says you’s a circus actor
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| And the ones you call your friends are with you for the laughter
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| I went way beyond my peers
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| Maybe cause I been grindin' daily dawg for years
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| They just stayed beneath me while I’m way the fuck up here
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| So ill that when they play me, they’ll get scabies on their ears
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| Look, here is Lyst, they fearin' this boss dude
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| A lyricist with lyrics you can take them like you want too
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| When I’m gone, I bet my spirit gon' be here to haunt you
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| Make my image appear in your mirror when I want too
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| Look, what if admit, I love a fly bitch
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| Thunder thighs mixed with some stunnin' nice lips
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| Butterfly tats by the sides of both tits
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| She loves a guy that’s bad tell her suck on my dick
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| Team screamin' we the best bruh
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| Claiming that you clean but we keep it fresher
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| You against me, would you really step up?
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| I’m a two seater Beamer, you’z a Kia Spectra
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| Lyst the names' known to take over bitch
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| And my main motive stays to motivate the brokest kids
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| If you got a gift, you could make it if you focus it
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| Put your fuckin' soul inside it till somebody notices
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| Dawg I got all the guts it takes to take over this
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| Bass hits hard enough to make a Range Rover flip
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| Suppose this is the artist that can save us from the culture dip
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| Thought of ways to change it up or maybe he can alter it
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| And bring it back the way it used to be before they softened it
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| When talent was the key before the keys to any car and whip
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| You drive would overshine the reason that you even got in this
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| You forgot it was the rhyming part involved in it?
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| I ain’t never been the one to give in to no gimmicks
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| Represent the simple folks that be about their business
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| Original because I chose to keep my independence
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| I control it all and I’ma keep on speaking till the finish
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| Fuck outta here |