| Yeah, yo
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| I’m a crazy aversion with 6 verses, single ladies
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| Sittin in shawty with Wayne Brady in Mercedes
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| Benz driving lefty going 80 in a 10
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| Maybe it’s cause your busy masturbating with a friend
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| You don’t see this next level shit that we on, we got you
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| Smoking in the matrix with Keanu in a hospital
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| Receiving sedatives I should probably get some better friends
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| See my mom screaming through the glass please let him live
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| Smoked out brain cells
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| Piss and don’t aim well
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| Probably cause I just drank some liquor now my name yelled
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| Across the globe women see me in the road
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| Take 'em back to the hotel and they can see me in the robe
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| Woah, I’m not a fucking carbon copy of these other dudes
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| Make 'em say Mmmm like a upside down 'W'
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| I been spittin' it rappin' I get bitches to tap it
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| I been ballin' like Nowitski and the Mavericks
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| Bitch I make classics and never take class
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| But you never see the bigger picture like some reading glasses
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| I said it, I meant it
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| Never fucking forget it
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| My raps lame make a hater get hard like some head shit
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| This is probably just some shit to roll a doobie up
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| Knew that Matty had my back before he even threw me up
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| I quit selling weed knew I had to stop man
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| Used to push zips in the suburbs like Botwin
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| I do it all rap pop so get your shit up
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| Then I can write a radio smash and get my dick sucked
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| Get up, get up
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| It’s a stick up stick up
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| Cause I shoot beats with lyric ammunition nition
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| And I don’t wanna stop
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| You will never see me
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| I’m like some hot sauce
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| When you burn a fuckin' CD
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| Cause you put my shit on everything
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| Knew that I would make it to the top
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| I know I’m better than
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| All of these bitches coming out right now
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| If you ain’t got no respect shut your mouth right now
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| This little bitch was tryna tell me that he Hollywood
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| Get your production game up man you probably should
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| Nothing personal my raps would fucking murder you
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| And then my microphone would take the rap and fucking surgical
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| With words sharper than fake shanks
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| Up in your cervical
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| Or get nervous and throw up in your mother fucking thermos
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| So who’s next to get took
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| I spit dank and get cooks
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| So back the fuck off
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| Cause I don’t need another fucking hook
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| No man I don’t need a mother fucking hook
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| Get the fuck back cause I don’t need a mother fucking hook
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| Yeah 1993, 3
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| Fuck it I got one more
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| Ready yo
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| My name is
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| CMP and I’m here to make an agreement
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| With any tracks that I fucking smash down on the cement
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| 6 feet up I’m staying up high
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| And my team fucks with all the best beats till we die
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| Yeah that’s what I stand for
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| What I make all my plans for
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| The coldest rapper here so I keep my pockets with hand warms
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| I’m the man for all the labels they don’t see me
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| But why should I care when everybody wanna be me
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| Uh from a to z be
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| My flow alphabetical
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| I spit it as medical
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| Burn trees like a seminal
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| Raps turn your flow up in your ear
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| I still be that fresh man in my senior year
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| Switch flows for the fun of it
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| I’m a run with it
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| I’m a king on the MI-
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| See I just come with it
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| I ain’t done with it never gonna be done with it
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| Planning to get famous
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| As soon as autumn or summer hit
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| I stay studying
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| Paperbacks in my bag pack
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| Text books full of fat stacks
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| That I get from this rap crap
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| Flow sweet like the first bite of a flapjack
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| Flow nasty like a gross plumbers ass crack
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| Rappers going and leaving I put the beat in my sleeve
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| And just make magic like a smart don’t I see man
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| I been rapping since I was in 4th grade
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| Now they tryna tell me Cam you don’t even make the grade
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| But what’s an A when I’m a B what they C
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| On the television late night
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| Or even MTV
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| So, schools just another marketing tactic
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| So shout out to all the principals that’s got my back bitch |