| Back on my day shift, I got my tools and my lunch box
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| I’m on my grind, full time, but I never punch clocks
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| I’m more than muscles, not a dumb jock, no tough talk
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| But I could wipe you cum wads up with just one sock
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| That’s right
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| Ok you said I never had a chance
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| But I keep proving that this shit is not an accident
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| Traffic jammed, I’ve had it man, smashing through like batter rams
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| Always stay connected like my data plan
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| I calm your nerves like Lorazepam
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| Magic man, mesmerizing like my lava lamp
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| But I could snap like elastic bands
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| And I can be a real prick like a cactus plant
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| Now bring it back again
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| I got you flocking like the Vatican
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| Pack em’in, turn the music up and let me rattle em'
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| Run Run Run
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| Run for the hills and try
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| Try to run with me
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| Try to take a run at me
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| I, I run the beat
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| Still you wanna front on me
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| But I don’t think so, no, I-I don’t think so
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| If ya know what’s good for ya, then put your mic down
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| Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might drown
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| I know you talk a lot of shit you need to pipe down
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| And I mean right now
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| And if you know what’s good for ya better watch ya mouth
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| Cause you don’t know what you talkin' bout
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| Eh yo, my parents always told me you can’t recycle garbage
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| But as an artist you proving that’s far fetched
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| And you the hardest… to listen to, trash man
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| So say good bye to your career jazz hands
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| Yea, I’m a titty and an ass man
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| At the cheapest strip club getting a lap dance
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| Masked man, boner in my track pants
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| Disappearing in the dark night like I’m batman
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| Back to my cave in the early morn
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| Looking run down like those chicks off of Jersey Shore
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| Dog tired, body all hurt and sore
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| Please have mercy lord, pick me off the dirty floor
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| And pick a path we gone run till we collapse
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| Get the people on their feet and get the haters off their ass
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| Run Run Run
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| Run for the hills and try
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| Try to run with me
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| Try to take a run at me
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| I, I run the beat
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| Still you wanna front on me
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| But I don’t think so, no, I-I don’t think so
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| Now don’t be mad at my cocky behavior
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| Or the bragging and boasting it’s my competitive nature
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| I’m an mc
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| I’m suppose to act like I’m the illest
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| And I know I ain’t the best but I’m comfortable where my skill is
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| And that makes me the realest be honest, plus
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| No ones fucking with my catalog of concepts
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| When it comes to live shows and beats, I’m the complete
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| Package
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| Ready for some action now dig in get some traction and
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| Run Run Run
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| Run for the hills and try
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| Try to run with me
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| Try to take a run at me
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| I, I run the beat
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| Still you wanna front on me
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| But I don’t think so, no, I-I don’t think so
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| If ya know what’s good for ya, then put your mic down
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| Ya keep on swimming with the sharks then you might down
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| I know you talk a lot of shit you need to pipe down
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| And I mean right now
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| And if you know what’s good for ya better watch ya mouth
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| Cause you don’t know what you talkin bout |