| You cannot be me
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| (ha ha)
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| Deke what I tell you! |
| What I tell you!
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| Look at they face now! |
| You cats cannot be me it’s only one me
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| Look at they face now! |
| Stupid! |
| All of them!
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| I’m not the second nobody, it’s one me
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| I told you it was gon happen!
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| You can be that way if you want, it’s me
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| Now look at they face! |
| Look at them crawlin on they knees!
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| Sigel
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| Why niggas can’t never just play they part
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| Gotta be the first ones that say they talk
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| Say they said, first ones to say they did
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| Can’t never be they self gotta play that kid
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| You know the same young buck you let touch the coke
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| And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat
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| And you gave from the block, put em to your neck
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| Now he givin you a Glock puttin it to your neck
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| You know that same bitch said don’t fuck with him
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| That nigga no good ain’t no trust in him
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| Two days later see her in a truck with him
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| Two years later now that bitch stuck with twins
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| That nigga been broke wide now she fuck his friends
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| Got a lap dance in bars and touch them ends
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| Time uncovered a veil over people’s plots
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| And the dumb shit they do to get on top
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| CHORUS: Nafeisa and Beanie Mac
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| Everybody wants to be a star
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| Everybody wanna be a star, don’t wanna be who they are
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| Everybody wants to be a star
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| Every bitch wanna hop in your car, every hater wanna give you scars
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| Man every fucking day, these no flow niggas
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| Always in my face, with they promo niggas
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| I thought I told y’all, I don’t know Jigga
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| I’m not Beanie Sigel, and I don’t flow neither
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| What happened to your keys and dreams of being cracklords
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| Now it’s Trinities, MP’s and trackboards
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| I switched my hustle to get this cream
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| Now everybody and they mom wanna spit 16
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| I got niggas wastin they change to get in this game
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| Like shit gon change when they get in this game
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| You think it’s just rhymes and beats
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| Man this shit’s stress time and heat, deadlines to meet
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| Everybody wanna come cry to me, come spit they little lines to me
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| You shouldn’t of lied to me, naw dog you can’t rhyme wit me
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| Like you tied to me, like I don’t see what you tryin na be
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| CHORUS (addition)
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| Stop tryin na be a star, be who you are
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| Maybe you will go a little far
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| Man I ain’t gon lie I thought all the glitz was gold
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| And like Jay (I watched the truth unfold)
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| And now that I got a little time in with this rhymin
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| I found out everything that shine ain’t a diamond
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| Everything that come in a jar ain’t dro
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| Ain’t no use you spittin them bars you can’t flow
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| Ain’t no use you gettin that R if it don’t glow
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| And ain’t no use you gettin a car if you can’t go
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| Get out the streets, haters will draw you back
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| Like an automatic weapon that’ll pull you back
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| Load somethin in the brain just to see you snap
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| I try to maintain but I see they trap
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| See they plot, you can see me not
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| You can be me not, niggas wanna see me popped, see me locked
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| See me in the block, send me shots, do anything to be on top |