| Back again with somethin' new to hate
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| Back with another style to take
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| These labels runnin' outta ideas quick
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| So they studying my moves, but they won’t find shit
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| Back again with somethin' new to hate
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| Back with another style to take
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| These labels runnin' outta ideas quick
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| So they studying my moves, but they won’t find shit
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| Makin' this money quick, and I don’t even want it
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| Runnin' a mile with your style but it’s stolen
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| Too many offers, inbox still loadin'
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| They acting touchy, but they know I never want 'em
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| They see the team, they see the shows, and now they want it
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| I never sell them what I know you can’t stomach
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| So get the fuck up out the way, cause we the only ones that does it
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| Bitch I’m fresh off tour, while your ticket sales strugglin'
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| Back again with somethin' new to hate
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| Back with another style to take
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| These labels runnin' outta ideas quick
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| So they studying my moves, but they won’t find shit
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| Running to fuck 'em up, while you lingering on the cusp of quittin'
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| You say you finished cause they just won’t listen
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| Take five steps back, sit down just watch
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| I’m the physical result of doing what they said not
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| Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me
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| Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me
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| Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me
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| Keep your eyes on me, keep your eyes on me |