| Why is everyone afraid of me? |
| I get it, I’m fuckin' crazy B
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| And lyrically superior to most my peers
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| So now no one wants to play with me
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| I’m just sitting in my sandbox, all alone, patiently, yellin' out
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| Please! |
| When is hip-hop coming back on the scene?
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| When is real shit gonna be showin' up on my screen?
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| Why these wack little kids out thinkin' they the king?
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| I’ve been in these gladiator pits workin' on my swing
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| Call me Maximus, on every track I bust
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| You just ain’t quick enough on the draw, ain’t fast enough
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| To spar with Godzilla, you don’t have the guts
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| And just the thing, these the cats that used to laugh at us
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| And call me, a fucking loser 'cause I sat on my computer
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| Just playing Command and Conquer, now I have conquered the future
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| So keep on spreadin' rumors and keep on thinking you cooler
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| But you’re neutered, no balls at all comin' through ya better run
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| Listen, I’ma count to 6, before I break 'em down like I got an ounce to flip
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| I’ll crush your motherfuckin' skull like The Mountain, bitch
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| And put it in a song, let the people bounce to this
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| I’m bringing you that sound you missed, that lyrical flow
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| All that shit that you don’t hear anymore
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| And know Webby goin' sick a lot, ammunition box full of 50 shots
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| And got a couple torpedoes for all these Little Yachts
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| They scared of me like I’m tucking a sawed-off
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| They know that if they steppin' up they’ll be in my Raw Thoughts
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| Fuck it, I’m raw dog
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| Pause
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| All I’m saying’s I don’t give a fuck, I’ll be comin' at all y’all
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| That Molotov flow, I’ma scorch the ground
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| I tore shit down and torched them, now all around
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| They bow to their new king as I wore the crown
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| They can’t ignore the sounds, I’m a warrior now
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| And I’ma call 'em out (Why?)
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| 'Cause fuck 'em, that’s why (Oh)
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| The shit that y’all been bumping is some fuckin' trash, I will not stand and
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| watch as my love of rap dies
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| So I guess I gotta be the motherfuckin' bad guy
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| But I wish I had some friends in this game and shit
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| I got 'em all scared by the flames I spit, and claims I make
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| They thinkin' that I’m dangerous
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| So now, nobody ever wanna play with Chris
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| Which is fine, I’m an only child anyway
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| This is how it’s always been, live it everyday
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| They see the look up in my eyes and they get afraid
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| So I’m all by myself here as I play
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| Motherfuckin' Solitaire
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| They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know
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| (Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself)
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| Like it’s motherfuckin' Solitaire
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| They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know
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| (Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself)
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| If rap was a video game, you’d play on G-Eazy
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| Me, I’m G, expert mode, please believe me
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| Steezy, put this shit down for CT
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| I can’t leave rap alone, the game needs me
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| I am the mic, the microphone killa
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| You got no chance, like fist fightin' gorillas
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| And since Mac Miller unfollowed me on Twitter
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| I’ve been a little bitter, but kept on getting bigger
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| While the game ignored me I’ve been sippin' 40's
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| Smokin' hella weed, watching Rick and Morty
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| Focused on my dream 'til that shit was morphing
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| Into the real thing, now I live my story
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| Chris was born to rule so I’ll ride out the storm of wackness
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| Which is now the societal norm
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| I’m so fuckin' good at my job, I don’t try anymore
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| It’s autopilot when I go and grab the mic and record
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| The shit you couldn’t buy in the store, indeed I flow
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| An animal, follow my name with E-I-O
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| Like Old Mcdonald, try to follow as I speak I know
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| I’m crazy, la vida loca, fee-fi-fo-
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| Fum. |
| You’re done when I come through to take your head
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| And grind your bones into dust just to make my bread
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| With bacon, egg, and cheese, shit I’m stayin' fed
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| And killing everything until the fuckin' day I’m dead
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| Tryna bring that fire back, my time is gonna be
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| Right now, shit, I see it right in front of me
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| But I’m also watching hip-hop decline and wondering
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| How these other lyricists could stand by so comfortably
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| As the shit we grew up on dissolves, devolves
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| To what we got now, Mumble Rap, top of the charts
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| No more skill, no more soul, and no more bars
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| No respect for the OG’s who started it all
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| It’s almost like if you know how to rap, then it’s wack to these kids
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| All they care about is swagger and cash
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| And the tats on your face and the likes on your post
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| Ain’t no passion for the craft, all hype, it’s a joke
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| But I’ll have the last laugh, 'cause I’m bound to be
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| A legend of the new school you’re about to see
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| Why everybody running full speed down the street
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| 'Cause they scared to throw it down with me
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| It’s like I’m playing
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| Fuckin' Solitaire
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| They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know
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| (Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself)
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| Like it’s motherfuckin' Solitaire
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| They don’t wanna play with me, they afraid of me, I know
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| (Listen, I don’t need no help, I’ma do this shit by myself) |