| Verse 1
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| Walk in a room with my hands on my side, head raised
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| All this gossip and talking reminds me of my WebPage
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| Y’all people give me headaches, it’s hard to keep my headstraight
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| It’s like trying to go up but held down by deadweight
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| Walk on land, stay interesting
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| 9 albums dropped and I can’t play an instrument
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| a lot of people wanna say I’m cheap as fuck
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| why, cause I spend my money on my beats and cuts
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| y’all peeps speak too much
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| matter of fact, y’all peeps can eat these two nuts and still peep my new stuff
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| I ain’t too ashamed
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| I’ll say what’s on my mental
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| Trying to quit my job and make a living off my pencil
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| But sometimes
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| People like to open up their mouth
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| Put their nose in my business, kid y’all need a life
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| Since the first day my mom taught me how to read and write
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| I’ve been spreading my vocab to the land like Jesus Christ
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| believe the hype, ah yo I’m dope when I speak on mics
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| and when I smoke, pass the paper I don’t need a pipe
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| trust me kid, I’m ending all my nemesis (but class)
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| I’ll cut you off in the middle of your sentences
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| Chorus
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| ah damn, anotha mothafucker up n here
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| running his mouth and putting shit in your ear
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| ah damn, and I ain’t trying to hear what you’re saying
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| stop with the gossip cause it ain’t entertaining
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| ah damn, every time you say my name
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| try to spread lies through the game
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| say what you want I won’t change
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| they wanna judge, class, and tell lies too!
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| And you can believe me
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| Because I never lie
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| And I’m always right, so wake up!!!
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| Verse 2
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| call me a pasty white kid, whatever, I ain’t concerned
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| I can’t sun tan I’m too hot, I burn
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| and if I drop I’ll return with the status that I left
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| yea this is a game and I’m glad their ain’t a ref
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| cause I’ll break rules
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| take fools for their money and their fake jewels
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| ah you something’s never change
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| and I put in work more ways then one ask your lady
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| you still wanna talk acting like class is lazy
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| I’m like a bum with no legs, I can’t stand working
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| but I’ll write through the night till my right hands hurting
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| strike like lightning and kill all the nonsense
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| son just be honest you never were a profit
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| now stop it
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| why you wanna rhyme like you deep now
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| I tried to listen but your putting me to sleep pal
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| I’m flowing better when I freestyle, listen to me speak now
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| impress your female and keep it on the DL, shhhhhh
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| somethings are better unsaid
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| your whole rhyme book is better left unread
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| And I ain’t trying to turn this to a battle track
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| But I gotta handle cats, who attempt to battle back
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| Chorus
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| ah damn, anotha mothafucker up n here
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| running his mouth and putting shit in your ear
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| ah damn, and I ain’t trying to hear what you’re saying
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| stop with the gossip cause it ain’t entertaining
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| ah damn, every time you say my name
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| try to spread lies through the game
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| say what you want I won’t change
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| they wanna judge, class, and tell lies too!
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| Taking care of business yea without no doubt class
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| Making people understand, What’s going on
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| Making people understand, What’s going on
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| Chorus
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| ah damn, anotha mothafucker up n here
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| running his mouth and putting shit in your ear
|
| ah damn, and I ain’t trying to hear what you’re saying
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| stop with the gossip cause it ain’t entertaining
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| ah damn, every time you say my name
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| try to spread lies through the game
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| say what you want I won’t change
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| they wanna judge, class, and tell lies too! |