| They be trying to shoot shots, I just watch their gun fail
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| That just made me stronger, all that hate just came with dumb bells
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| Ain’t that cooper some' else? |
| Got no time for duck tales
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| Y’all can see the picture, y’all must be looking at thumbnails
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| Suicide’s like bye bye, he don’t really ride fly
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| Pull ‘em curtains off top, voilá, while I
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| Look at that like mama, everyday I fly high
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| Never at the crib when I come home it’s just a drive by
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| «Brat brat», yeah, that’s that, these ain’t just no rap snacks
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| I’m too busy eating while at large? |
| my backpack
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| Lizard on my snap back, just accept the fact that
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| I’ll keep collecting paper till it looks like I’mma pack rat
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| Had the shoe box stash when other youngings had a bug jar
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| I didn’t have no Jordans but I made enough for a car
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| Gave that to my mother, none of my hustle is subpar
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| Must be out your mind 'cause it’s my mind that got us this far
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| And I’m just
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| So bullet proof, so bullet proof, so bullet proof
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| They know they nothing they be trying to criticize all I’ve done
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| I see ‘em taking shots one by one
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| They pull and shoot, I keep pulling through like I’m bullet proof
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| It seems like everbody’s aiming at you when you’re number one
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| But that won’t stop me, baby, I’m not done
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| I don’t really know how they can find the success
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| But I know the way I be come and die is the best
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| See they gon' try their best to turn your mind to a mess
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| So when you never mind ‘em then it’s mind in distress
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| They gonna try to block yes, that’s part of the process
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| They look for success, but now they see it like the Loch Ness
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| Paper in my pockets, they can’t even buy this
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| Yeah, we eating real good, but they even can’t even digest
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| Fake is what they want to, they can’t handle the truth
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| So I just get my camp wisdom like Iraq does with the troops
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| I’m the truth so what’s proof? |
| Hope you wear your taboos
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| They say don’t burn no bridges, try to cross me and get cut loose
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| I’m 100 plus deuce, shadow proof ain’t gun proof
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| But try to get some head they try to strike you through the sun roof
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| They just want my chair and try to push me out like the goose
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| Losers giving headache but success can be my masseuse
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| Let me get my real robe, let ‘em know I fear no
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| Evil, but that evil tryin' to whisper in my ear though
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| Wanna make a deal bro, tell me who you kill for
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| What you need to ask me is to tell you who I live for
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| ‘Cause I’m just |