| I used to love government cheese, we lived in a shitty house*
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| I grew up around coke like you grew up around Mickey Mouse
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| The mirrors had residue, my clothes were second-hand
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| And we had no revenue, my kicks were pathetic, man
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| Destroyed competitors, showed off to show em up
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| Treat challengers like '86 and blow em up
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| Growing up like I had Tourette’s, flows erupt
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| When nobody expects it, it upset the grown-ups
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| Scatterbrained, rap playing in my JVC
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| Now it’s ADD in the place to be
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| Ritalin pills from nurses were fucking up my verses
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| I hid in under my tongue and spit it in my thermos
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| The one man circus who’s perfect on purpose
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| The perks of perfection is never being nervous
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| I’m flawless, the rawest, the savage, be cautious
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| Disastrous, Catholics grab on your crosses
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| I’m godless, agnostic, a narcissist sharp with it
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| Fitted split in half cause I’m gassed on my own
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| Ap spit it, that shit is arsenic, acidic
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| Apathetic’s deadly as the crack epidemic
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| Demigod demolitionist, don’t get ridiculous
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| Fuck you in front of crowds like sex exhibitionists
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| High post, fly clothes, now I can’t afford em
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| While you be buying bootlegged Jordans down in Fordham |