| I gotta be honest
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| Bragging was really not the mission
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| Only way that they’ll listen excuse me if you hear a contradiction
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| Yea I had a chick and
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| She had gave me a proposition
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| She was in love till I told her French ain’t my type of kissin'
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| Them execs was dissin when I walked into that Def Jam audition
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| Should’ve threw my watch in they face and then said it’s time to listen
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| Record label switching
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| Grinding 'cause I didn’t have a pot to piss in Feeling like I was fishin'
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| It was eating my food inside the kitchen
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| Before the second album
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| Sophomore jinx was just superstition
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| Who would’ve known that they would’ve been right
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| But I ain’t tripping
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| Trying to be an artist
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| While they repaint the composition
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| I need recognition
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| Recognize ain’t no competition
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| They said we wouldn’t make it But now they copying the style that they said would never blow wasn’t no complaining
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| And now it seems like everywhere I go Steady crawling
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| On them 4s (still crawling)
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| On them 4s (still balling)
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| On them 4s Still crawling on 4s mayne
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| On them 4s (still crawling)
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| On them 4s (still balling)
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| On them 4s
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| You can copy but you’ll never ever be the real thing
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| Trying to hit 'em with some knowledge
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| They gon’respond and say it’s garbage
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| If I say my cars is Candy they tell ya he the hardest
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| Look at how you boys is Talking bout cars in they garages
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| They just mirages if you believe 'em
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| You’re retarded
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| I’m gonna grind regardless
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| Step in your castle steal your crown
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| Gotta give a pound
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| KJ and Nancy they still around
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| And I’m still the deepest
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| Spend my thesis you still will drown
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| And that XXL dude that said I would fail
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| YOU STILL A CLOWN
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| Can’t get a digit or live it how could you even grade me
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| I’m the one who pay me Personally give me money daily
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| Completely crazy
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| Talk to the streets the streets obey me Go ahead and hate me I don’t give a 'F'like Weezy baby
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| The Cadillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me Swagger jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppy
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| I was just a child in the streets till I let Universal adopt me But now I feel like I’m the man
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| If they ever plannin’to drop me A kitchen drawer wit the flow
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| 'cause I’m sharp as a utensil
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| Bring any writer I promise I’ll break him like a pencil
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| Any instrumental
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| Rappers can’t keep up with my mental
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| 'cause they mental’s simple
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| While my mental is monumental
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| Been had potential
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| Follow me cause of what I went through
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| While haters jock me Copy my image like a stencil
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| Don’t try to jack me Give a message to those that sent you
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| I bet the pistol show up in ya face like it’s a dimple
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| Smile, cha cha power!
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| Should’ve betted in my chain
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| That I’m better than the game
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| I don’t mean the rapper I mean every rapper that’s in the game
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| This the little internet nerd that you say that I gotta prove it to Alicia Keys
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| Keyshia Cole
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| Oh! |
| My dough is beautiful
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| I throw three thousand in the air just to snap a Polaroid
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| Chamillinate anybody moving you’re so destroyed
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| Ka-boom!
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| Say I’m dissin if you don’t know the half
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| I’m digital download with the dough
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| You do the math
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| My money move I get statements so I can view my dollars
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| A one then a zero
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| Zero be leapin’all the commas
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| I can poke I promise
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| Baby look dope as Pocahontas
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| In the Bahamas
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| Counting money in my pajamas |