| Now when they see us on the streets
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| All they wanna do is take pics
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| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
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| And when they hear us on the beat
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| All they wanna do is make hits
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| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
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| And if you’re feelin' how I’m feelin'
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| How the world should be: perfectly
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| Fire like I’m third degree, and suddenly
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| Shawty, we got so high
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| Firefly
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| Skateboardin' down at Washington Square
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| Lookin' for quarters
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| Maybe afford a falafel for dinner, uh
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| I’m so broke man, scholarship apologin'
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| Facebook messages from college kids who hollerin'
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| Girls like, «We love you, we go to LSU,»
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| «You gotta do a show so we can come and molest you!»
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| This rap stuff is magic
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| I used to get called «Oreo» and «faggot»
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| I used to get more laughs when I got laughed at
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| «Oh, you got a mixtape? |
| That’s fantastic!»
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| But everybody thought it was jokes though
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| They half right, the joke is
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| I got flow so don’t act like
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| You ain’t sittin' there with your friends like, it can’t be
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| I know Donald Glover, he weak man, he campy
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| I’m still knocked down, but I up the ante
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| Me and hip-hop, that black Sid and Nancy, let 'em know
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| Now when they see us on the streets
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| All they wanna do is take pics
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| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
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| And when they hear us on the beat
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| All they wanna do is make hits
|
| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
|
| And if you’re feelin' how I’m feelin'
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| How the world should be: perfectly
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| Fire like I’m third degree, and suddenly
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| Shawty, we got so high
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| Firefly
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| It’s hard to make Hov the footsteps you followin'
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| Especially when your niggas look like Carlton
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| The pretty girls usin' skin so soft
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| Only be likin' black dudes with their hats broke off
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| Nigga, you act too soft
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| Fuck you! |
| I’m from the projects
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| My mom was just workin' to give me options
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| No live shows, cause I can’t find sponsors
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| For the only black kid at a Sufjan concert
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| «Yeah, so, whatcha gonna do man?
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| You don’t speak to the hood, man»
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| If I was given one chance I think I could, man
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| These black kids want somethin' new, I swear it
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| Somethin' they wanna say but couldn’t cause they embarrassed
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| All I do is make the stuff I would’ve liked
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| Reference things I wanna watch, reference girls I wanna bite
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| Now I’m firefly like a burning kite
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| And you’s a fake fuck like a fleshlight
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| Even dudes who like me straight lookin' at me crazy
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| Like, how the hell he drop a EP and meet JAY-Z?
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| Girls used to tell me I ain’t cool enough
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| Now text me pics sayin', «You could tear this up!»
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| I don’t really like shades, big rims, or jewelry
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| But gettin' time of day from a model is new to me
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| Bein' me isn’t as hard as it used to be
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| Now everyone sing the chorus man, you do it so beautifully
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| Now when they see us on the streets
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| All they wanna do is take pics
|
| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
|
| And when they hear us on the beat
|
| All they wanna do is make hits
|
| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
|
| And if you’re feelin' how I’m feelin'
|
| How the world should be: perfectly
|
| Fire like I’m third degree, and suddenly
|
| Shawty, we got so high
|
| Firefly
|
| Now when they see us on the streets
|
| All they wanna do is take pics
|
| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
|
| And when they hear us on the beat
|
| All they wanna do is make hits
|
| And I’m like, okay (yeah, okay)
|
| And if you’re feelin' how I’m feelin'
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| How the world should be: perfectly
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| Fire like I’m third degree, and suddenly
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| Shawty, we got so high |