| I love them all
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| Fans and naysayers
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| Max and fake players
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| Lovers and player haters
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| Brothers that trade gators
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| But that’s copycat 'cause they want the same flavor
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| But I was thought that bigger fences make better neighbors
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| I told Fest to hold tight and get greater later
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| He didn’t have the patience so he tried to take my paper
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| When brothers gonna learn? |
| With this is long-term
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| Respect’s bout to earn but greenhouse won’t burn
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| Motherfuckers, they think they can really fuck with me at this shit
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| It’s what I do, man, you can’t stop the kid
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| Going in, bro
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| How should I begin?
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| Back on my grind again, biters wanna bite the kid
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| Writers wanna slight the kid
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| Herb’s got nerve to criticize the life I live
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| But if they can’t relate then I don’t lie for them
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| But if you’re listening now, home or out in the crowd
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| I gotta assume you feeling the style
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| Otherwise you probably would’ve turned me off like pop!
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| Ok, back to the track
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| This is for my cats that stack the paper up
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| My people packing’tape it up
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| I’m just a cat in rap tryna make a buck
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| You got a platinum plaque but I say you suck
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| You fake fuck, this is my true life story
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| The same, bro, I came from shoebox money
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| Now dudes wanna remove all dues from me
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| 'Cause you do what you wanna do when you got money
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| What? |