| I’ll win this game this time
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| I’ll win this game this time
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| They ask the same questions
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| «When you gonna get back with Des’n?
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| Ratking album, will there be a next one?»
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| Try and test him, feel the pressure
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| You know it well enough
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| No, we ain’t well enough to stress it
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| Detention reach heat senses
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| It’s released with each measure
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| That’s a music word
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| See, I’m musical but not a music nerd
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| Don’t know how to use the terms
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| Lot of cats confused and concerned, like
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| Wik, why you doing the third?
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| Y’all just wanna see what y’all seen first, but
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| Y’all ain’t put your feet on my perch
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| Haven’t seen what I seen, haven’t been through the works
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| Like a motherfucking sandwich
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| Everything they threw at me I handled right
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| These days it’s salmon, candlelight
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| Baby looking camera right, ready
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| Brand new like Betty
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| I’ma move steady while y’all move petty
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| Y’all still going through the rudimentary
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| I just put you on and you rude already?
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| Since day one it’s been the real Wik'
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| You can hate some but you gotta feel this
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| I’ll win this game this time
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| I’ll win this game this time
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| I’ll win this game this time
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| They askin' bout tour dates
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| They ask me to show more face
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| «Your name Wiki, how I’ma find you on that Explore page?
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| How you got that Wiki flag on that Dior cape?»
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| Huh, watch the Dior absorb paint
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| But you don’t see my ass up on the fourth page
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| Got the cover, I ain’t wore it in poor taste
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| 'fore that, only fashion I wore was North Face
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| Catch a wave but what happen when the shore breaks?
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| Hardly known, now you catchin' a court case?
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| I’m Smarty Jones at the horse race
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| Look, you gotta find that horse pace
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| Wait, last lap, go to first from fourth place
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| Can’t force fate, can’t stop the inevitable
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| Can’t look back on the regrettable
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| Will the label hear more than what is sellable?
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| I hold it down for every syllable that I’m selling you
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| I’m telling you, I’m pitiful if not compelling you
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| But if I ain’t lyrical you ain’t well enthused
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| How I feel on that day, I’ma let it loose
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| Whether we rocking, breaking beats, or it’s been a ruse |