| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
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| This for every kid who put his projects on
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| And did what he did to get his progress on
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| Even if they had to take the context wrong
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| See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
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| It’s complex, Con
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| They won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
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| You know what I got engraved on the gold yard
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| It said, «until I hit my grave, I’ma go hard»
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| ‘Cause you know how many times I had a broke heart
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| ‘Cause a chick wasn’t trying to hear the broke part
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| That’s that, you’re better off without me
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| ‘Cause only ratting I’ma ever doing is Ratajkowski
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| I slept on and I hate cold floors
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| So I ain’t get this hot just to get cold sores
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| Or to have close scores, or to have closed doors
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| Ever get in my way or end up feeling my page
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| So save the lip service for Angela and them
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| Every time I’m on the web like tarantulas and them
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| I’ma catch another body, call an ambulance for them
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| Yeah the Grammy Family’s back, bring the laminas for them
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| 'Cause every time I went in, it never went wrong
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| But when you’re going for the win, it’s complex, Con
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| This for every kid who put his projects on
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| And did what he did to get his progress on
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| Even if they had to take the context wrong
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| See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
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| It’s complex, Con
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| They won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
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| Yeah
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| I said it’s complex, Con
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| Any beat you give me, I’ma bomb threat on
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| Running through your project with my tec drawn
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| Body, I’ll push some metal objects on him
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| I used to make mine stretch, my pies stepped on
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| Now I get rap money and my checks long
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| Huh, you could say that God blessed Con
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| Shot in the back of my head and my neck
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| But I just trusted the process and I kept going
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| Good on any fucking block I stepped on
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| Now I see a million, I don’t be excited
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| It’s complex, Con
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| I heard your new shit, I ain’t even like it
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| I knew the shit was trash, I should be a psychic
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| Look at my neck, now you’re seeing ices
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| Machine, bitch, he the nicest
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| Hoo
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| It’s complex, Con
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| It’s complex, Con
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| It’s complex, Con
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| It’s complex, Con
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| This for every kid who put his projects on
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| And did what he did to get his progress on
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| Even if they had to take the context wrong
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| See they won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con
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| It’s complex, Con
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| They won’t understand ‘cause it’s complex, Con |