| I’ve been showered with champagne and loving
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| They say my name when they notice me
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| When I’m gone, they gon' wish they were coming
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| 'Cause you ain’t never met a soul like me
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| Yeah, I’m a rare one, since I started back at square one
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| Give it everything I got, I never spare none
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| I been a light in the dark for them like a flare gun
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| While I got a baddy in the caddy with her hair done
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| Pulling up like Dean Martin, carving
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| My lane in the game, all flame, this a arson
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| Smoke in the range with a strain from the garden
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| They know the name, got the fame for a bargain
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| Just hard work, I ain’t sell my soul
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| I had many a chance, but I’d tell them no
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| Fuck the world, anyone who’s independent knows
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| And still they treat me like royalty wherever I go
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| I’m that genie in the lamp, son, you ain’t never seen
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| Listen close, I’ma show you what a real one means
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| And there’s no in between, that’s the fact of the matter
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| I ain’t after the happily ever-after, I’m after leaving a legacy
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| Lead the next gen with the recipe
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| Living on through the lyrics and the melody
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| Whether I go my late seventies
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| I guarantee that you motherfuckers gon' remember me
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| Dodging where the devil be, tryna forge another path
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| Playing to my specialties, living through my fucking raps
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| Keep the microphone with me like my other half
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| 'Cause no matter where the fuck we at
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| I’ve been showered with champagne and loving
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| They say my name when they notice me
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| When I’m gone, they gon' wish they were coming
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| 'Cause you ain’t never met a soul like me
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| Till I’m in that black hearse, pulling up in a box
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| It’s a lost cause even tryna come for the spot
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| When I really leave, then you’ll see what you all got
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| Good luck filling my shoes, I’m a size y’all not
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| But when it’s all done and I really do leave
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| Don’t grieve, I’ll be right upstairs rolling my weed
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| Honestly, some of y’all gon' wish you came with me
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| Biggest party in the afterlife since they claimed Biggie
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| In the champagne room doing Molly and coke
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| While down on earth I’m living on through all the songs that I wrote
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| I’ll be up in the balcony rolling trees and get blown
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| While Amy Winehouse duets with Nina Simone
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| Thugs mansion at the party doing shots with 'Pac
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| And Frank Sinatra while we rolling up with Peter Tosh
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| And Marley, Chris Farley, and Basquiat
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| Till I dip with Marilyn Monroe giving me top
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| just cruising
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| With James Gandolfini, lighting up a Cuban
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| Pull up at the pearly gates looking like a boss
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| Ask Bob Ross, yo, this celebration going off
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| Ain’t no COVID up here, shit we packing the room
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| Only one wearing a mask is MF DOOM
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| So when you hear the bass banging from the sky and you wonder why
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| That’s just the party on the other side
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| I’ve been showered with champagne and loving
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| They say my name when they notice me
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| When I’m gone, they gon' wish they were coming
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| 'Cause you ain’t never met a soul like me |