| Don’t drop that, no, don’t drop that, no, no
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| Play that shit
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| (Yeah yeah, keep it going, just like that)
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| Don’t drop that, no
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| Play that shit
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| Don’t drop that, no, no (yes)
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| Go ahead and play that shit
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| Don’t drop that, no
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| Play that shit
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| Don’t drop that, no, no
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| Go ahead and play that shit
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| (Keep it going, keep it playing)
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| Fuck is you doing, no
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| (Oh you a genius on them keys, huh?)
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| (Woo)
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| Don’t drop that, no
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| Play that shit
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| Don’t drop that, no, no
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| (Play it just like that, just like that)
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| Don’t drop that, no
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| Go ahead and play that shit
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| Don’t drop that, no, no (yes)
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| Play that shit
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| Don’t drop that, no
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| Go ahead and play that shit
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| (Wait, wait, wait, wait)
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| Whoa
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| I think y’all got me twisted, I’m on my way-back shit
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| And when I make that hit, they tell me play that bitch
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| You hit them all in the head, how did you aim that quick
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| I’m on the come up like vomit, but I ain’t that sick
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| When they hear CAST new shit, I know that they back flip
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| And they all standin' in the way whenever I spray that spit
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| Give me a thousand words, I could really paint that pic
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| But nah, fuck y’all talking ‘bout, I hate rappin'
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| But I could make magic, word to the tricks up my sleeve
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| But I plead, don’t let me catch you listening to me
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| You not prepared, and you all gon' get got, I got plenty
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| Stupid motherfuckers undercovers holding their teddies
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| I’m in yo dreams like Freddy, I’m what you never forgetting
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| Don’t sleep and keep one eye out like Fetty
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| My shit is hot like I’m Nelly, and when I’m finally steady
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| This next album so iconic, even I’m not ready
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| My shit is hot so they sweaty, their shit is not so they jelly
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| And they don’t know they lookin' up at me like I’m confetti
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| About to pop on you headtops, the rhyming is heady
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| But I found a way to untie all the knots in my belly
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| While the suits up at the top split the bread like delis
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| While every cop around the block is gonna watch where you heading
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| People stay slitting hands, tryna cock their machetes
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| The record’s still broke, can someone stop it already?
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| Ugh
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| And the music goes on and on (ugh)
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song (ugh)
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| And the music goes on and on (ugh)
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song (ugh)
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| And the music goes on and on and on
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song (ugh)
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| And the music goes on and on
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song
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| Ready to work round the clock, ain’t no need for me to get in the mood
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| You can smell it’s legendary when I step in the room
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| Don’t forget what I do, I made MOON
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| You stuck on Earth migrating looking for some bread to consume
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| My shit is definitely new, that shit is definitely true
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| With a tongue sharp enough to cut your head and get sued
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| I was never the dude to lose a touch
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| Even if I’m gone for a hot minute, every second is cool
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| ‘Cause I’m feeling peachy, CAST is keen as can be
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| Mediocrity charges but take my genius for free
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| Give em reason to leave when they hear me speaking with ease
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| Sweet as the breeze sweeping through the knees of the bees
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| These are the keys, we need to be believing in C
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| When I drop it hot, they need to squeeze the Febreeze
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| No peace on a beat till music back and people are free
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| I got a hole in my chest, ain’t no reason to breath
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| And the music goes on and on (ugh)
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song (ugh)
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| And the music goes on and on (ugh)
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song (ugh)
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| And the music goes on and on and on
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song (ugh)
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| And the music goes on and on
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| But ain’t nobody tryna hear yo song
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| Yuh, me and the people connect
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| And anybody disrespect better protect they neck
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| And if I gotta confess, they know that we up next
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| ‘Cause we the best, and even if I — forget it |