| I know what it is
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| Y’all motherfuckers don’t gotta tell me
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| I see you hatin' down there in your momma’s basement
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| Eatin' your big ole bag o' Cheetos
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| Greasy ass fingers smashin' hateful shit into your keyboards
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| I know you’re mad at me
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| But I love y’all motherfuckers
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| I know you’re jam this fucking album
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| This your fuckin' shit!
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| HA!
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| A-A-A-A-All these motherfuckers wanna be like me
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| I’m having a grand ole fuckin' time so come and get you a piece
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| You wanna try me motherfucker yeah-well nothings for free
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| You gotta pay the fuckin' price determinations the fee
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| Yeah all these newcomers try to copy my shit
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| I’m telling 'em fuck it fuck it suck it you’re just not that legit
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| You cannot hang motherfucker so just stick to your niche
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| You’ll never do it like I do 'cause you’re a boohoo ass bitch
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| I’m going crazy, and circumstance is to blame, between these sleepless nights,
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| working all goddamn day
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| Aw shit
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| Success has come with a price so when you’re contemplating fame you should take
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| my advice
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| Listen: You’ve gotta be yourself, you’ve got to break the mold, personalities
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| are valuable
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| Every single day and every single night, jealous people will try to bring you
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| down
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| Balls to the wall if you’re a real OG
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| Hold it down go hard always stay bitch-free
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| Never let a motherfucker try to get in the way
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| And if they ever try to stop you slap 'em in the face
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| So mentally violent, this is a game you cannot win you couldn’t handle all the
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| shit I see and hear
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| So fucking go
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| Fucking assholes and undeserving cunts
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| Riding on a cloud of luck until that luck runs out
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| Fuck
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| Let me see you put it down
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| Hard work and dedication that’s what makes an OG
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| Get the fuck outta the game if you thought this shit was free
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| I got your bitch in front of me and she be sucking this D
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| I give her an extra point she calls me Lord Referee
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| Banging down south but I can’t guarantee
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| That I’ll meet you in my city, but I’ll hit you with the weed
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| Racks in the back seat, hoes on their knees
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| Saying I’m their guilty pleasure but their boyfriend hates me |