| While Jay was rocking fellas
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| I was probably at a show rocking acapellas
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| Buzzing
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| And if you haters saw me, I can’t help ya
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| Veggies is the name, I’m taking over the game
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| I got my but I’m taking over her aim
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| Just saying I’m crazy, Jojo’s made me
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| Keep playing ball but my rhyme scheme shit
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| And these other rappers lazy
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| Yeah it’s Casey, I just spit I never aim
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| I’m too cool, ask you girl, I got forever game
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| You hating niggas forever lame, I never change
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| My mind think of something fresh, I’m in my zone
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| million dollar deals from my phones
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| These other dudes try but these other dudes clones
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| let you know the type of shit I’m on
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| Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems
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| Hopefully so you can recognize when we on
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| Profile plays make me feel like I’m known
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| Known, known, known
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| V2 for the young bucks, money come in big checks
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| Girls mention our name because they know we famous
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| Active, doing everything that you lacking
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| Numero uno, we times ten what you practice
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| King of the fashion, blasting
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| Hear me through soundwaves, West Coast madness
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| Holla at bitches man these niggas ain’t ready
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| Make it rain on your girl
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| But that’s when the checks come, on to the next one
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| It’s a how we killing these melodies
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| Slow up the flow for my niggas getting dough
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| See the Polo logos from head to toe
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| Yeah I’m stitched in the finest, bow to your
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| No skateboards but my niggas still grinding
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| Closing doors on these weak rap niggas
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| Young vet in the game, know the world gon' feel it
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| Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems
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| Hopefully so you can recognize when we on
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| And them profile plays make me feel like I’m known
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| Known, known, known
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| Whether iTunes or Amoeba I release tons ether
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| Delivering to any size speakers
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| Whether woofers of tweeters, I make a buck
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| Cargos and wifebeaters, so what if I got a gut
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| Give a microphone
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| Make way for my vocab, I be spilling out my notepad
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| See I got the flow back, creates moments like Kodak
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| So sad to see these rappers going broke back
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| Faggot ass cowboys
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| You motherfuckers is a whisper compared to my loud noise
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| And I’m the crowd’s choice
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| Spectators get excited when I write it, it’s the tightest
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| Super 3 beats ignite it
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| My site is so high that I can see the city lights
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| And I’m so high, feel like I’m on a pretty kite
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| Shitted on my many mics and many venues
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| I tend to like lunch food menus
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| Continue
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| Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems
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| Hopefully so you can recognize when we on
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| Profile plays make me feel like I’m known
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| Known, known, known
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| Super 3, supersede
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| bomb shit
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| Like a terrorist in a port-a-potty, awesome
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| Fire in the fists, throw hands like
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| Fighter in the streets like Capcom taught him
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| Slicing up the beat like vegas hand, shave a man
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| Why so serious lil nigga? |
| you make me laugh
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| You little jokers are posers, soft as a baby’s ass
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| I go insane for the money, gotta get that crazy cash
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| And I’m fresh out the wrapper, diaper, sort of like a dagger
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| Baby that’s my swagger from the Js to the haircut
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| Sort a like a boxer how I get head and butt, butt
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| I just do me, do me
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| I go through girls like a student with Lucy
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| And after they choose me, they just do me
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| And then I skrrt off in a coop with two seats
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| Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems
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| Hopefully so you can recognize when we on
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| Profile plays make me feel like I’m known
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| Known, known, known
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| Most niggas ain’t ready to rock with
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| They be stalling then they walk it out
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| Real niggas know what I’m talking bout
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| Steady building their buzz got these niggas looking now
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| Mad bitches feeling this swag, talking now
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| Real talk these suckas
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| And they tickling you down soon as you up, they miss you
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| Me and my niggas never had problems with y’all
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| We stay on top and we never plan to fall
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| Foot in the door, Overdoz freshen the rap game
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| Performing flammable acts, spitting that propane
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| They need to stop and pause, take a look at their facade
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| Cause they frauding all, they ain’t got the guns fall
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| Roughing the cop, serving the block,, it’s that street cred
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| Show me your Glock, if you don’t pop, it will be
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| Little nigga, you brainwashed, you thinking the same thoughts |
| As the last nigga that fell, now you taking the same loss
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| Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems
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| Hopefully so you can recognize when we on
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| Profile plays make me feel like I’m known
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| Known, known, known
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| Wait for no man, I’m not human
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| Know you old niggas really hate what we doing
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| Cooking up coke and CV still brewing
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| Racing for this paper but I’m feeling like
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| Bullshit find me but I’m barrel like a bruin
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| Sitting on the throne in the city that I grew in
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| And I’m turnt up still with wet kush
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| That leave a nigga with that turnt up feel
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| Like a turnt up thrill, I’m too hot
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| The way that they move blocks
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| Beating kings down like uniform cops
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| Staying in the fresh prince while your uniform rots
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| I’m shroomed out on a unicorn
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| Watching mo' paper, mo' pussy, mo' pot
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| with the cabbage patch kids, Young Casey V
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| Man, I’m so far gone
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| Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems
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| Hopefully so you can recognize when we on
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| Profile plays make me feel like I’m known
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| Known, known, known
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| Described as the truth
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| Wardrobe black, one drawer that support a
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| (didn't know how to act)
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| You and those from getting blown
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| without you
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| And I’m feeling real cocky
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| Might rest my balls on your eye
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| From a childhood, 80s baby
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| Black, red, and green rep where my family at
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| From the east side of Africa
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| From a small town, they call me
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| And I’m walking with confidence,
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| Gives a fuck what they say about my outfit
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| I’m quite dominant like my continent
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| I’m back on my bullshit, respect my conglomerance
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| Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems
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| Hopefully so you can recognize what we on
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| Profile plays make me feel like I’m known
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| Known, known, known
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| here, I give you the highs and lows
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| I paint a picture you can see when your eyes is closed
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| Got dough, got some of the fliest clothes
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| Got bands, got 'em loving my liner notes
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| And what you gon' see when the time is told
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| Is I’ve been where you are now a long time ago
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| So what I do builds something that they running to
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| Mixed with Casey Veggies, give 'em something new
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| Fuck is you?
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| I swear to God I’m seeing the light
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| This is the perfect situation to end it off right
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| When we living the life, doing shows going on before those side cats
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| And I ain’t even got a deal yet
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| I feel like the people gotta feel this
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| Cause when they mention my name, they realize I’m the realest
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| Yeah it’s Young Veggies, add some flavor to it
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| whenever I say I do it |