| Yeah uh
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| Live from the 310
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| Get your hands in the sky
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| Casey V in the house
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| (Ayo DJ turn my headphones up)
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| Get your hands up
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| Get your hands up
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| Make some motherfuckin' noise
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| Get your hands up
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| I put my verse on it, killed it so bad
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| Like I was first on it, I tried make it happen
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| It wouldn’t work for me, and they don’t know but rapping
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| A lot of work homie
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| So Def Jam and Sony, act like you know me
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| Don’t worry bout them rappers that came before me
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| Cause they ain’t even ready
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| I was born ready like fish and spaghetti
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| Them cats getting beheaded, yeah I cut 'em off
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| I had enough of y’all, I’m with Halle Berry chilling
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| Yeah, call me monsters ball
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| I monster ball, yeah go hard
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| She saying my road dark
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| I can kill your whole crew with half the shit I wrote dog
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| Shout out Obama
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| I’m young and I get it done
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| Your mom might just want a sponsor
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| I celebrate more than y’all, call my life Kwanza
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| Look out for the Super 3 joint, it’s an anthem
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| Flow like
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| You say I’m so-so
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| But I am after
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| Any gold out there
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| Yeah, homie they tell me it ain’t fair
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| I’m so young and I’m so ahead
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| Tell me where the bread at
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| Tell me why they hating on me
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| Tell me where y’all head at
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| Yeah, I do have a girl
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| She give me the head that make me learn
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| Call me Veggies, all beats getting burned
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| Call me young God, heads must be turned
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| so fast it got to take its turn
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| So don’t turn the page
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| Let’s go homie
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| Let’s go homie
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| Let’s go homie
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| Let’s go homie |