| About four years ago while I was on the grind
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| Everybody was telling me I was just wasting my time
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| But then about two weeks ago my n**ga I got signed
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| So I had to leave Columbia without saying goodbye
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| And now I’m finishing my album up while at the same time catching up on algebra
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| Everybody where’s Bobby ???
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| But I ain’t round now, I’m in California
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| But I still rep the ?? |
| where it’s greater
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| Born in North Carolina, raised up like a razor
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| Sharp enough to turn some player haters to a plate of taters
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| I ain’t fucking with y’all, I’m trying to fuck in my Mercedes
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| Benz, blowing on they grinch, I’m gone in the wind
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| Everybody popping up, they trying to be my friend
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| Playing that pretend, so I just pretend
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| That I don’t even seem em', so to me they don’t exist
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| Peace
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| But no, I ain’t gone Hollywood
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| I’m still in the hood and I blow a lot of good
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| And when I’m out I don’t roll without my buds
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| My buddy and my slut and the best, best buds
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| Gotta get a ??? |
| just to roll it up
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| So If you in the need baby come on take a puff
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| Come and stay with us if you wanna make a fuss
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| In the middle of the night tell ya boyfriend hush (DAMN)
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| But no don’t take it personal
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| You so bad when you move with earth my soul
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| And this nigga wanna hop and just ???
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| But be careful, this thing it’ll hurt you fool
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| Oh yes yes I’m a beast and now I hunt ya sleep to put it honestly
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| I’m like a monster at lunching season (HEY)
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| And the game is my prey and I’m munching people
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| I’m going 20 times gold out the gate
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| Cause the game is a hoe and I’m holding her waist
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| I’m holding her tight so she know when to sway
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| When I’m holding a mic they won’t know what to say
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| I got what you need like a bowl of chilly
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| And my flows stone cold like I froze it in a tray
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| In the middle of the ocean, I’m floating away
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| That’s why they call me B.O.B
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| I ain’t really in this for the Benjamins and dough
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| I’m just trying to get me a percentage of the globe
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| And when I’m done with it, man I’m finished, I’ma ghost
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| I’m just trying to put the truth in your earlobes
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| So be easy, but the bitterness away
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| Cause I’m critically acclaimed and I’m clinically insane
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| I’m finna get up in it, I ain’t finna hesitate
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| Like a n**ga on the building finna take his life away
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| But I don’t want to die, I just want to ride
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| Off a ???, that’s where I reside
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| This is where the struggle is and this is why we strive to breathe
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| Pinching pennies to make ends meet day and night
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| Even though this ain’t no paradise, n**gas carry knives or a pair of nines to
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| make sure they still survive
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| We just trying to make it out to see a better life
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| But they call us thugs cause' the sun never ever shines
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| So if you know what I’m talking about and you really feel me
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| We puffin killa killas, so we got us feeling silly
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| That’s why I’m repping for my town and my city
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| Cause when you from the hood they treat you like you no good
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| That’s why I got all the brother calling me
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| I spit that real shit, and yes it’s quality
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| If you don’t like it dawg, my apologies
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| But nobody saying nothing back when I ain’t had nothing
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| Now ever single body trying to get up on my
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| But I tell em get to stepping while I’m stepping
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| I was broke but now I’m kind of riding like a
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| Cause the east side in Dakota’s where I’m repping
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| Yeah, I got the crack you scratch and sniff and then you get addicted
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| I got that shit, It’ll have you sick, and no you can not fix it
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| I’m about to drop some classic hits so I’ma snatch the hitlist
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| So put your aprons on cause it’s hazardous to listen
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| I ain’t really into making baller music
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| Cause I was never balling |