| It’s bout to be whiny
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| It’s my fucking year
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| Dee B got that heat…
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| Yeah, oh-woah
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| Woah, woah
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| Woah
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| You used to hate on me for shit I couldn’t change
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| Talk behind my back, won’t say it to my face
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| You used to sleep on me, but now you is awake
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| Now, I don’t give a fuckin' shit about the hate
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| Now, I don’t give a fuckin' shit about who hate
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| Now, they all love me, used to say that I was lame
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| Now, I don’t give a fuckin' shit about the fakes
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| But now they hit my fuckin' phone, say that I’m flame
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| But now they hit my fuckin' phone, say that I’m flame
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| Cruise around LA, catch me posted with yo' bae
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| Now I’m gon' blow up and I do it for my gang
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| Don’t care 'bout the fame, I just care about the game, yeah
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| Didn’t want to talk to me
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| Now you can’t stop the heat
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| Now when you see me in your city, wanna walk with me
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| No-one's the boss of me
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| Nobody blockin' me
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| I’m gonna make it to the top, nobody’s toppin' me
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| Last year nobody fucked with me, no one talked to me
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| Now I’m talkin' to labels who wanna rock with me
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| But I won’t sign, because I do it for the fans
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| But I won’t sign, because I do it for the fam'
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| I know momma with me because I held her hand
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| And she told me that I’m gonna make it, I’m the man
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| And now I’m makin' it, because I know I can
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| I’m takin' everyone with me, I see my chance
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| You hate me
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| You hate me
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| You hate me
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| You hate me
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| You hate on me
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| You think I’m weak
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| You think I’m weird
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| You wanna see
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| If I can be who I say I’m gonna be
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| And you wanna-you wanna-you wanna believe
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Oh, I’m whiny as a bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| But that’s just who I is, yeah, yeah, yeah |