| Really gotta test myself nowadays
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| Had to flip the sample and hit it another way
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| I’ve been dodging calls like bullets, been running laps in fact
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| My competition is me, and I been kicking my ass
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| And I been loving the salt, put that shit on my dinner
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| Been flipping hella money trees, I’ve been catching the splinters
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| Armani all on my jeans, I live the life of a winner
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| She got her claws in my back, I’m feeling like Kawhi Leonard
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| And I been tickling keys, I’ve been serving up beats
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| Come and get you some vegetables, you look like you could eat
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| And I don’t listen to y’all, I don’t do what I’m told
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| Because I’m way too fucking talented to settle at all
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| And I’ll never be giving my minutes away
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| Type of player nobody would ever trade
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| And I know you’re under pressure, you look tense, put your mood on a sedative
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| and your girl in my hat because I’m her fav
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| And I’m living in the real world, welcome to my crib
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| This the type of place where you never would exist
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| I been setting milestones, overdriven with the pen
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| And it’s me that’s out the pen, while you sitting on the fence
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| I’ve been trying to figure out why you so damn cheap
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| Name one thing that you ain’t got leased
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| Everything I need, man, I own in full
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| And my refrigerator slapping, to your girl I’m goals
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| And it’s time for a switch-up, drink getting mixed up
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| Throw it right back, too quick, catch hiccups
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| I’m a little sweet, you a little bitter
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| But I can’t even lie, girl, it’s you I want for dinner
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| And no I isn’t finished, rapper and the business
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| Singer and the guy that was neither but was committed
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| I made my decision, do it and deliver
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| Or do it and go broke it doesn’t matter cause I did it
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| You can question my agenda, question my intentions
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| But never fucking question who I am, because I’ve earned that
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| These my blessings, quick with the shade
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| Quick to assume you is Woj with the takes
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| Every bit of news, isn’t breaking news
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| But I will breakaway soon as I get hold the ball
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| Warming up, getting loose, breaking in the shoes
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| Feeling Kevin Bacon, might get jiggy with the moves
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| And the world is for taking, what’s that mean to you?
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| Cause you is my world, let me be your number two
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| Been said no feelings, then I caught feelings
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| Fall the wrong way, might catch your boy kneeling
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| And me isn’t Colin, but me is a baller
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| Had to drop lines, but I’m still a shot-caller
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| A tough act to follow, but one that you should
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| Take off your shoes, let’s dance on the hood
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| Man, it’s no competition, man on a mission
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| I write the stories and this first edition
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| And you need to listen, no, really listen
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| Not how it sounds, but the things that I mention
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| And life’s full of lessons, found me a teacher
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| Girl, all my exes was me doing research
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| Why’s it so easy, when did it happen?
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| Broke and alone, now I’m rich and I’m happy
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| That’s word to my spirit, never let 'em break me
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| Even when the tension had me feeling like I hate me
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| Ten whole years, and I’m still a rookie
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| But I’m about to get that supermax though, book it
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| Might lose my footing, running up the stats
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| But I’ll be in my bag by the time I even crash
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| And I’m never gonna settle, taking none of this for granted
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| Cause I got everything I ever needed, so I’ll manage
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| Man, there’s no competition |