| Look, I live like a rebel I’m resilient
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| I’m a star not a general civilian
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| Got a white girl but her ass looks Brazilian
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| Not a rich chick but her swag’s worth a billion
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| Got skills that’ll shine through the night time
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| Cuz they say I spit it doper than a white line
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| I write rhymes, living in my lab like I’m Einstein
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| Thinking with my left brain cuz I’m out my right mind
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| Girls tell me I’m an ass I’m a bit rude
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| If that’s true then that means that I’m the shit too
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| Lovin' how I spit raw, sick enough to spit flus
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| Homie I’m a big dog, never been a shih tzu
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| See I’ve never been afraid to let the four clap
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| Leave you faggots in a mountain with a broke back
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| Homie I’m a psycho thats never been on Prozac
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| I’mma have you pussies lookin' stiffer then a Kodak
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| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats
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| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X
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| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats
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| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X
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| (Interlude)
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| Y’all flow like a river I’m a big wave
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| And they say the kid is sick enough to spit AIDS
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| Get paid, leave a brotha limping if he bitch made
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| Reaching for my trigger while I stick you with a switch blade
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| Real playas never get played
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| Always gettin' bitches I’ve been pimpin' since the fifth grade
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| Listen to the kid he’s just so vicious how he spits rage
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| Wishing you can diss him but he rips it like a slit page
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| Yea, see I spit it on a nightly
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| Got the kind of flow thats fully tripping up your psyche
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| I be, sicker then a brotha on an IV
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| It’s likely you’ve never heard another spit it like me
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| Yea, they be speaking just to talk
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| Till I get the squeezin' where I’m leaping off a shot
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| I ain’t gettin' even till you’re leaking from your top
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| And believe me I’m the reason that your breathing’s gonna stop
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| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats
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| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X
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| Rollin' with the top down, on top now
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| I’m feeling like I’m never sick of sipping Ciroc rounds
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| You talk down? |
| West coast I’m block bound
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| And I can even get you shot down in Chi-town
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| Look, the decision is official
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| To kill your whole division if you diss him with the pencil
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| And if you try to run and I don’t get you with this pistol
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| Then I put it on my mama I ain’t missing with this missile
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| Yea, I got the chrome by the leather seat
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| People say I’m quiet cuz I’m zoned I don’t ever speak
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| Stoned for the second week, grown as a clever freak
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| Pissing on these records but I never let my records leak
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| Yea, now I’m changing up the topic
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| Mad because you haters just ain’t capable to stop it
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| Hating cuz you see I got this game up in my pocket
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| And I’ve even got these labels tryna label me a prophet
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| Yeah, I put it on the streets, can’t nobody do it how I do it to these beats
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| Yeah, see I do it in my sleep, Anilyst the triple threat put it on repeat X |