| I’ve got something on my chest
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| That I need to get rid of, yes
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| Not a bulletproof vest
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| Or a chain on my neck
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| But there’s some things about me
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| That the people fail to consider
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| Why I gotta throw up sets
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| Just to get my respect
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| It kinda made me stutter, too
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| And you know you can’t spell win without the W
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| And my biggest enemy is probably my inner me
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| Cause I don’t be having the energy
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| To show people my inner G
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| Now I ain’t carry two’s or go to Tool Academy
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| But if it’s going down, I’ll show you some tool anatomy
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| And people jocking style, I’ll call them out
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| They get mad at me
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| Cause they can double up
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| And still amount to less than half of me
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| Yeah, wait a minute, let it soak in
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| I’m on fire like the Phoenix, no Joaquin
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| And people’s lips is yapping, they don’t never slow 'em
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| Sick of listening to them bumper cars sitting up under your nose
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| Whoa
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| Do you understand
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| I understand where he’s coming from
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| Okay
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| Young, black and gifted
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| They judge me by my skin tone
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| And they saying what you looking up to him for
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| I rip shows, why they pimp hoes |
| Homie, it’s about to go down like payments or syndrome
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| They say it’s only right for you to go up next
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| Cause you the truth plus the usual suspect
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| And all these rappers out are stuck on one subject
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| And somehow they major, is what you call success
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| But it’s okay, the superhero’s coming soon
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| And I’ll be the light they look up to, sun and moon
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| Keep a clean image, correct my grammar
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| And I can touch the world like Princess Diana
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| Undisputed champion, yes, I am
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| Don’t blame it on the alcohol, just blame it on my mamma
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| Doing me, what’s they accusing me for
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| I’m number one, getting hated on my two, three and four
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| Whoa
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| Thank you, thank you
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| Thank you all for coming out tonight
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| It’s very nice to meet you all
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| You, it’s nice to meet you, it’s nice to meet you
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| You, over there
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| It feels good
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| Now let’s move on |