| Yo, I was a boy in this', I hate these fake-rappers for their annoyingness
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| No toyin' this, I’ll take you seriously when deployin' this
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| Tactically, I’m hyperactively, I’m tryna stack this P (Money)
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| Even though these funny man keep bitin' me like rappin' fleas
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| So, what’s happenin' G’s? |
| Man are makin' trash like Mackie D’s
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| He’s tryna feed it to the public while I’m bakin' Mac 'n' Cheese
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| That’s soul food — most these man, them ain’t got no clue
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| Finna workin' brain but still can’t figure what that soul do (true)
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| None of them real them more like tofu
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| In fact their whole crew ain’t doin' what they’re supposed to
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| I know you think that you’re on top of your game
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| But that no Anthony from when I lock in my age (nope)
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| The snipe accuracy, 'cause every fan do miraculously
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| I’ll check out how I just rapped to this beat
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| Packaged the sweet, that sounded deader than packets of meat
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| That’s why they bangin' all my tracks in repeat
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| See, 'cause they can’t do it the way I can do it
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| So I say — yeah, you know it’s time I take it away (take it awa-ay)
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| (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
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| See, 'cause they can’t do it the way I can do it
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| So I say — yeah, you know it’s time I take it away (take it awa-ay)
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| (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
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| Yo, so check my etiquette — separate, no, never be a replica
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| Of anybody rappin' like me, for once I’m steppin' it
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| That’s definite, I demand skill when I spill
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| And you a pill, I ain’t rappin' at it just to get fuel
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| That’s that, I’m tryna get onto these bars in my head
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| Give you my soul and these labels still want an arm and a leg
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| Barbin' it back, 'cause I’m tryna make these dreams come true
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| You see this music is a drug and all my fiends are you (true)
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| It’s nothin' new, in fact it’s real old-school
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| This world’s still bein' run by some rural fools?
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| That’s why I’m wreckin' my brain, 'cause I’m just tryna figure out what to do
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| (okay!)
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| Makin' up rap or music, 'til my people start to puke (yeah)
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| Trust me, nobody’s save from, I’m comin' for you
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| With that poison view — so quick, they send out they boys in blue, huh (true)
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| Troublin' so much that we should sue, askin' who am I?
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| Like, who the fuck are you?
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| See, 'cause they can’t do it the way I can do it
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| So I say — yeah, you know it’s time I take it away (take it awa-ay)
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| (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
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| See, 'cause they can’t do it the way I can do it
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| So I say — yeah, you know it’s time I take it away (time I take it awa-ay)
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| (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
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| See, 'cause they can’t do it the way I can do it
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| So I say — yeah, you know it’s time I take it away (take it awa-ay)
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| (yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
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| See, 'cause they can’t do it the way I can do it
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| So I say — yeah, you know it’s time I take it away (take it awa-ay) |