| Make moves, make moves, make moves
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| Break rules, break rules, break rules
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| Make sure everybody loves and hates you
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| Make it so they can’t escape you
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| You know what «ohana» mean?
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| That mean «family»
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| You know what «Osama» mean?
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| That’s what this is, the bomb, boy
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| Screaming «yup» in my white T until they give me my space like I’m Tom, boy
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| You niggas don’t want it
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| Not like I want it, not like, not like I want it
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| I’m trying to run it like Chris Brown in '05
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| I’m trying to be the greatest, dead or alive
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| That’s what the goal is
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| (Wait--did he just say that?) Yeah, I sure did
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| Now I’m moving at paces
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| And taking this shit places further than basic
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| In order to reach it, you’re going to need a spaceship, never complacent
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| Trying to give them the formula to piece it together
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| To the point where a lot of these niggas can’t help but to play this
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| And we eating over here, dawg, eating over here
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| Don’t be so quick to come up to me and ask where your plate is
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| If you look at my DMs, dawg, look at my DMs
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| Please do not XO along when you see that’s where your bae is |
| Kind of got it going on, don’t I?
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| Fuck up an instrumental, won’t I? |
| My nigga, don’t lie
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| Bumping low-his, with my low eyes, oh my
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| Got it busting like a .45, fuck a cosign
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| People act like I just started killing these niggas recently
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| But really I been killing niggas the whole time
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| I don’t give a fuck, not even a little bit
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| Started with a dream, end up living it
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| Is this what you want?
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| Is this what you want?
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| Is this what you want?
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| Is this what you want?
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| I keep a low pro
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| And my brain working just fine
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| So I don’t need a GoPro
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| I got a bunch of girls that be trying to kick it every day
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| But my crib ain’t a dojo
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| I need everybody who ever hated on my in their life
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| To really hear the next line
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| Maybe l was everything you called me in another life
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| But better luck next time
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| I know you sick, thought I was done
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| Naw, this ain’t it, I can’t quit
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| I been knocked down, I got back up, I’m back up
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| Only reason I ever made this fucking song is to show people going from basement
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| to attic exist
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| And I mean, said it before, fuck it I’mma say it again |
| Came here to win, yeah that’s right I came here to win
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| Chris Tucker and money talks
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| Five words: is this what you want? |