| The only dog from the kennel who made it up to Kimmel
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| And that’s a symbol some will say is symbolic
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| Of the sentiment that we should have a seminar in college
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| Cause the way we take a term and turn it into paper
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| You could turn it in and tell 'em that’s your term paper
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| Cause we been takin' paper on our own terms
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| The kind of paper that’d make 'em say, 'It's your turn'
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| But those turns’ll take the 'hey' to a 'hooray'
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| And have you like Frank when his bird was in the fireplace
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| My mistake must’ve been punctuality
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| Cause fuckin' up some commas isn’t everyone’s reality
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| But fuck them other hitters, anyone I go to bat for
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| Is 'bout to have a Benz symbol on they dashboard
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| So watch who you pinch wit' them crab claws
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| Cause safe flight won’t come to fix a glass jaw, it’s the Cons, fool
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| Yeah, I make you count
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| That’s why you hear me on the countdown
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| Cost so many bodies that it’s gettin' hard to count now
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| I just keep countin', aw, yeah, as we count it all
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| I just keep countin' away
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| Yeah, I make you count
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| That’s why you hear me on the countdown
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| Cost so many bodies that it’s gettin' hard to count now
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| I just keep countin', aw, yeah, as we count it all
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| I just keep countin' away
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| Out the door of the limo to make it up to Leno
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| And at a tempo, some would say it’s Ben Wallace
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| The defensiveness of niggas who ain’t never left the projects
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| Cause we can never trust, but we be havin' fun
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| But that’s what happens when you hatch without a trust fund
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| So you trust the fundamentals that’s your net worth
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| And only fund the trustworthy niggas in your network
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| Keep your eyes on the prize, watch 'em dilate
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| And hope the prize stare back at you like a fire escape
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| My mistake must’ve been my reality
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| Cause when you spittin' facts and turn saliva into salaries
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| Don’t fuck wit' other spitters, but the ones that go to bat for us
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| Like the Benz got a bat symbol on the dashboard
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| Backballin' and the ones that turn to Shaq 4
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| Better sin safe like to fix the backboard, it’s Lu', nigga
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| Yeah, I make you count
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| That’s why you hear me on the countdown
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| Cost so many bodies that it’s gettin' hard to count now
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| I just keep countin', aw, yeah, as we count it all
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| I just keep countin' away
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| Yeah, I make you count
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| That’s why you hear me on the countdown
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| Cost so many bodies that it’s gettin' hard to count now
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| I just keep countin', aw, yeah, as we count it all
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| I just keep countin' away
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| I just keep countin' cause I know we’re number one
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| I just keep countin' cause I know we’re number one
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| And I know when the summer comes
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| She gon' tell me, 'You're the one'
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| I just keep countin' cause I know we’re number one
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| I just keep countin' cause I know we’re number one
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| And I know when the summer’s done
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| She gon' tell me, 'You're the one'
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| So I just keep countin' as I count it all
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| So I just keep countin' as I count it all
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| Yeah, I make you count
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| That’s why you hear me on the countdown
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| Cost so many bodies that it’s gettin' hard to count now
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| I just keep countin', aw, yeah, as we count it all
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| I just keep countin' away
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| Yeah, I make you count
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| That’s why you hear me on the countdown
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| Cost so many bodies that it’s gettin' hard to count now
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| I just keep countin', aw, yeah, as we count it all
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| I just keep countin' away
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| Catchin' the sun |