| There’s a reason I ain’t hollering back
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| These emails is fuckin' comin' like I’m under attack
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| Missed calls and texts, them little red numbers is stacked
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| And I’m a busy man fucker, son your problems is wack
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| Yeah, I’m finna axe the two-faced bastards
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| Who only wanting something for nothing but no gratis
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| Download the CD, up in VIP cashless
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| Drinking out the rider and buggin' for backstage passes
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| They ass backwards, homies that’d used to be down
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| Their lack of love ain’t nothin' new to us now
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| We finna fuck off these jerk offs and switch up our personnel
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| Dippin' on ‘em, like 'bitch, this ain’t workin' out'
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| You know the type, they yappin' like they been fans for years
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| They at the gig on the dick, tryina hand me beers
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| Off stage, they fuckin' up and disappeared
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| That’s how it is kid, damn this a bitch, tell ‘em
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| See the problem when you get a little status?
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| And everybody giving you daps like you smashing Rihanna?
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| I hear the same old thang
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| So I’m throwin' up the deuces kid, let’s call it a day, yeah I’m breakin' away
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| From all the artists who be lackin' all the standards
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| And everybody thinking they rappers with they hats backwards
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| Sick of the same old thang
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| Middle finger to the industry, y’all fading away, so I’m breaking away
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| Gyeah, there’s a reason I don’t pick up my phone
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| You see me out, it’s with a clique of my foes
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| Coz mama told me keep my enemies close
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| Friends, they just enemies you let in your home
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| No loose ends, just the end of the rope
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| I broke bread with a few players that turned to the majors
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| Backs turned for returning them favours
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| They selfish, they have it, they running, nothing but crabs in a bucket
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| But fuck it, I’m allergic to shellfish
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| Uh the fast life and the past life will clash like
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| Broads scrappin' over a man in a cat fight
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| They showin' all the dirt from your past like black lights
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| And leave you cats scratching your heads like you had lice
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| You know the type that’s prone to be poltergeist and gone
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| But the moment you holdin' something like they like, it’s on
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| Emilio don’t play the role of a pawn
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| So tell them corny muhfuckas move on
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| See the problem when you get a little status?
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| And everybody giving you daps like you smashing Rihanna?
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| I hear the same old thang
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| So I’m throwin' up the deuces kid, let’s call it a day, yeah I’m breakin' away
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| From all the artists who be lackin' all the standards
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| And everybody thinking they rappers with they hats backwards
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| Sick of the same old thang
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| Middle finger to the industry, y’all fading away, so I’m breaking away
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| There’s a reason I ain’t fuckin with y’all
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| A clique of small-minded suckers, so lost
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| For the most part, their steez stays weak like they duckin' applause
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| They fuckin' lucky someone snuck in the door, this shit’ll come with a cost
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| Coz from being so staunch and never changing up
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| We staying true to what we do and they estranging us
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| And we ain’t finna paint a canvas with a strangers brush
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| It’s either we ain’t sayin' much or we the fakest cunts
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| Nah, they got us wrong dog, it’s all real
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| How I’m sounding ain’t negating the message and still
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| We thinking bigger so we moving up a hemisphere
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| Decade in the making, never straying, shit is crystal clear
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| And we the type that’s motivated to light up the stage
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| Get it right, coz truthfully we ignited the flames
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| Fuck some snow, sleet, ice and the rain
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| Snatch the Fam kid we breaking away, kid we breaking away
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| See the problem when you get a little status?
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| And everybody giving you daps like you smashing Rihanna?
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| I hear the same old thang
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| So I’m throwin' up the deuces kid, let’s call it a day, yeah I’m breakin' away
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| From all the artists who be lackin' all the standards
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| And everybody thinking they rappers with they hats backwards
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| Sick of the same old thang
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| Middle finger to the industry, y’all fading away, so I’m breaking away |