| Soon as I enter
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| you know who it is-a
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| it’s the representer from the East side of Atlanta
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| that’s known as Decatur
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| I got my own lane but I can’t see the road
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| my rear view mirror’s full of haters
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| wouldn’t wanna be ya
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| its me they cannot battle
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| yes I’m a mothership and you a boat without no paddle
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| yes I am what they after
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| I’m a natural born disaster
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| I’m the reason your momma tell you not hang with rappers
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| but your momma is a minister and I’m her favorite rapper
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| probably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor
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| I wonder what she’s after
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| but don’t get it confused
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| theres no surprise, it’s just another day in my shoes
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| Every other city we go
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| every other city we go
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| it’s just a different day with the same shit
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| it’s just a different day with the same shit
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| Every other city we go
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| every other city we go
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| things just ain’t what I used to know
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| things just ain’t what I used to know
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| Yeah, well these niggas salty
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| high blood pressure
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| if you got that sodium, nigga I got that pepper
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| don’t step up, please fall back
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| y’all can’t ball, all y’all are wack
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| haters need hugs, you thugs need love
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| and groupies fall in holes that gold diggers dug
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| these niggas cynical cause I’m on there medicinal
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| why they so sensitive, I guess they on their menstruals
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| I don’t need no, come consider the general
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| regardless of my genre yes, I’m flawless in general
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| when I’m in the club
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| girls be jigging on they tippy toes
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| so she take me in like her vitamins and minerals
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| you ain’t on my signal, you analogue or digital
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| grand hustle champion, someone turn my anthem on
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| when my jam come on, God damn I blow straight up
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| I am a bomb
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| leaping over barriers like this was a triathalon
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| Now I’m the everyday topic
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| I’m under the microscope so I’m feeling microscopic
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| my shit was fading to black
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| niggas thought I was gothic but made it to the next step
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| like recovering alcoholics
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| I bounce back like a snoop deville of hydraulics
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| ain’t nothing but a g-thang
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| nigga I’m the king of pain
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| veins filled with novacane
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| so I ain’t even feeling y’all
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| I ain’t even hearing y’all
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| fingernails on a blackboard
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| they say the pen is way mightier than the sword
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| so I’mma spaz out to get inside the mental ward
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| get me grammy awards
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| til your faith is restored by the lord of this rap shit
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| niggas got it backwards, lets line up all the factors
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| grew up in the hood but was raised in the burbs
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| where pops wasn’t there so the military made me a man
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| and they told me, put my dreams in the can
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| but I still made it here, damn |