| I look up
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| Yeah and I take my time
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| Nigga, I’mma take my time, whoa
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| Power moves only
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| Boy I’m 'bout my business on business
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| I drink liquor on liquor
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| I have women on women
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| Yeah that’s bunk bed bitches
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| I’ve done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin'
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| 'Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'
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| But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base
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| On some ground ball shit
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| 'Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit
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| They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall bitch like a drought but
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| You gon' get this rain like it’s May weather
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| G.O.O.D. |
| Music, Ye weather
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| Champagne just tastes better
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| They told me I never boy, never say never
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| Swear flow special like an infant’s first steps
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| I got paid then reversed debts
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| Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
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| So now I’m talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
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| Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
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| Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
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| Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
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| No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind
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| In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin'
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| 'Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
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| I said fuck tryin' and not doin'
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| 'Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
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| I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined
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| So until I got the same crib B.I.G. |
| had in that Juicy vid bitch
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| I can’t motherfuckin' stop movin'
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| Go against me, you won’t stop losin'
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| From the city where every month is May-
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| Day at home, spray your dome
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| Niggas get sprayed up like AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan
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| Yeah I know that shit ain’t fair
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| They say Detroit ain’t got a chance, we ain’t even got a mayor
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| You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
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| I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn’t take long
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| We on, tryna be better than everybody that’s better than everybody
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| Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody
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| I’m so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot
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| The city’s my Metropolis, feel it It’s metabolic
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| And I’m over niggas sayin' they’re the hottest niggas
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| Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot
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| I’m one of the hottest because I flame drop
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| Drop fire, and not because I’m name droppin'
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| Hall of Fame droppin'
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| And I ain’t takin' shit from nobody unless they’re OGs
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| 'Cause that ain’t the way of a OG
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| So I G-O collect more Gs, every dollar
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| Never changed though, I’m just the new version of old me
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| Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
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| Got up in the game won’t look back at my old seats
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| Clique so deep we take up the whole street
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| I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don
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| Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
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| Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
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| Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize
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| I’m not gonna fold or demise
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| (I don’t smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it)
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| Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
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| So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
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| Don’t you pop me no fucking pill, I’mma pop you then give you this
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| Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
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| So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shit
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| So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch
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| One at a time, I line 'em up and bomb on they mom while she watchin' the kids
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| I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists
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| I’m important like the Pope, I’m a Muslim on pork
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| I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the King of New York
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| King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
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| The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
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| Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
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| Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I’m in Vegas
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| Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be?
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| If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me
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| I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable
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| Fuck y’all clubs, fuck y’all pictures
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| Your Instagram can gobble these nuts
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| Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup
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| My big homie Kurupt
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| This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
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| West, west, west, west, west, west
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| I’ve seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
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| Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan |
| A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin' for parties
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| Playin' with Barbies wreck the Porsche before you give 'em the car key
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| Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
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| You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley
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| (I don’t smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)
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| I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
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| I’m aimin' straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me
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| You plan on stumpin' me? |
| Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
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| Bitch I put one on yours I’m Sean Connery
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| James Bonding, with none of you niggas climbing 100 mil in front of me
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| And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way
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| And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sake
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| I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
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| 'Bout who’s the best MC? |
| Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
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| Eminem, André 3000, the rest of ya’ll
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| New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved
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| And I ain’t rocking no more designer shit
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| White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvette’s anonymous
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| I’m usually homeboys with the same niggas I’m rhyming with
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| But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is
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| And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale
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| Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake
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| Big Sean, Jay Electron, Tyler, Mac Miller
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| I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas
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| Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
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| They don’t wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas
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| What is competition? |
| I’m tryna raise the bar high
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| Who tryna jump and get it? |
| You’re better off tryna skydive
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| Out the exit window of 5 G5's with 5 grand
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| With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land
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| With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
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| Bumping Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
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| Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
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| That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread
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| West Coast
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| You could check my name on the books
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| I Earth, Wind, and Fire’d the verse, then reigned on the hook
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| The legend of Dorothy Flower’s proclaimed from the roof
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| The tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooks
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| Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
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| We live by every single word she ever told us
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| Watch over your shoulders
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| And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turn the coldest
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| The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
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| Put your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy Nova
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| I’m spitting this shit for closure
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| And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
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| To all you magicians that’s fidgeting with the cobra
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| I’m solid as a rock, 'cause I came from a rock
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| That’s why I came with the rock, then signed my name on the Roc
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| Draw a line around some earth, then put my name on the plot
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| 'Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got
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| The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain from the heart
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| And the tissue was like an angel kissing you in the dark
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| You go from blind sight to hindsight
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| Passion of the Christ, right, to basking in the limelight
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| It take time to get your mind right
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| Jay Electricity, PBS Mysteries
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| In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history
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| You can’t say shit to me
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| الحمد لله
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| It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far |