| Yeah, I rap this verse till my voice hoarse
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| Hold your horses like you tucking polo shirts in
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| ANoyd eating off of you haven’t heard before
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| My state me dropping my songs cow manure
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| ANoyd with everything faithfully got my rhyme on
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| Been clocking in for 'C's and I sprinkle time on
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| Speaking in third person I got my 'Brons on
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| These niggas don’t even listen, yo
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| The last straw can be inside of your veins but your brain a freeze
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| I make 'em seize
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| I’m under pressure that’s why my city is blaming me
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| I took a piss on niggas beggin' I guess I ain’t too please
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| All of you ungrateful, devalue, miscellaneous
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| Who taught y’all to never believe what they saying is
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| I fuck around and cop some big change just for the hell of it
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| I guess you could say I’m spontaneous, yo
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| These niggas sour when I stepped in
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| Knowing my pen I don’t need no antidepressants
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| Life a bitch but I let her like Flo on Progressive
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| You out your ass under your mouth like a cleft chin
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| These bitches nosey but here’s my next lesson
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| You can rip it like you accept them, never accept them, look
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| My momma told me my mind is the reason they love it
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| I said, what a better place to grow a brain than your stomach
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| You better die go down for a ride
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| Adjacent, acute,
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| She said, you on to the right path I cannot lie
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| Way ahead of your time, I guess you’re clockwise
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| There’s three sides to my story if you can see 'em
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| Squint your eyes, notice my path, that Korean
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| Niggas shooting with the same hand they salutin' bro
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| your true colors don’t suit though really
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| They wonder why I’ve been ANoyd with my city
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| They wonder why I’ve been a void with my city, yeah
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| Ya understand that I’m posed in my city
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| Pushing down on these square niggas trapezoid my city
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| You niggas so far from decent is sad
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| It’s a plus a B- is an average class
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| Titty pics in my photo gallery I ain’t sharing
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| Just for clearance take off from react through rack
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| Honestly I’ma feelin' concede, why you feelin' the need
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| To take pictures of you lookin' at weed
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| You missin' what’s really important
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| I highly believe, you’ll never grow in the spotlight like that nigga Reshad,
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| yeah
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| I got the throne and I’m here for eternity
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| So I’m painting the whole globe BRGNDI
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| Yeah, got all my nerds for a while like neurosurgery
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| If you ain’t heard of me nigga then it’s to burglary never
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| As a man you always keep it locked
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| You never see me back down I’ma guard my spot
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| But as a man you always keep it locked
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| But now you’re locking at random like you was Fetty Wap, yeah
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| I hope my breath stays here
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| With my delivery I pray I see the next day here
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| My 365 on paper you understandin'
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| I don’t know anyone else that could print
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| Yeah, 'Noyd |