| It’s Dame D.O.L.L.A, ha
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| Ayy
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| Uh
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| Overflow of success, I wasn’t apologetic
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| Scared money make none, tell 'em D.O.L.L.A said it
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| If I ever had to fail or come up short, I move forward, not abort, uh
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| 'Cause the mission a drill for me like a sport
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| I only see the bigger picture
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| Nothing minor or minature
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| And if you petty, I’ll probably miss ya
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| If you deadly, I might dismiss ya
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| You try to check me, you get your issue
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| Usually, when they look the part, it never fits ya
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| Like Kim K at a Sizzler
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| Or a chick that wanna be wit' you, but she be playin' sister
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| These niggas can bite but can’t replicate charisma
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| All this positivity help me negate the temper
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| Cut my circle down the middle, quickly they forget you
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| No benefits, they talk down, early stage dementia
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| Still the realest in my field and I’ma stay consensus
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| Find it funny when people get that hate in they heart
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| It’s clear I’m bored 'cause I just stopped evading the darts
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| The day ones and day million gon' change in the dark
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| Only a few stay parallel 'til you place it in park
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| I’m not a dummy, I was smart when money was funny
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| I needed a chef, I hired my cousin Punky
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| Bloodline on my back, like what’s a fuckin' monkey?
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| I get in my truest form when I’m feeling spunky
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| Hit my line, I be coming through in the clutch like
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| Twenty-three in his prime and they couldn’t touch Mike
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| Bloodsuckers, I be wakin' up to bug bites
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| I wouldn’t shy from a battle if me and cubs fight
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| Feel the vibe, though
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| Like it’s Vegas, we at The Cosmo
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| This house was built with my chicken like Roscoe’s
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| When it come to hoop, I’m a honcho
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| They prayin' for my fall from the stage
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| But I ain’t Bob though, silly niggas
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| I always knew who was really wit' us
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| Talkin' 'bout, «We bros,» and all along, they was really sisters
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| Type that wanna see you when you down so they really kick you
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| Gotta watch the ones that scream, «Loyal,» they really switchers
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| Really switchers
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| Bat on both sides, think I’m blind to the ghost ride
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| Couldn’t ride my wave with a low tide
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| My posture lowered, givin' praise to the most high
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| I’m that dude and all the realest gon' co-sign
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| From the gutter to a million, nigga, multi
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| Never sell my soul, nigga, miss me with the soul ties
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| Stand alone at the peak, I left a couple widowed
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| A nigga bold, I do him Coles, I resemble Bimbo
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| Don’t wanna see me Hulkin' up 'less it’s Henny and Hypno
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| Want a slice up out this pie, you could fade me, I’m Kimbo
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| I exercise the pen, but all my actions are equal
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| A master of the mind, my biggest weapon lethal
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| Dame Junior, only candidate to be the sequel
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| I come in peace, so it’s best if niggas just keep it peaceful
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| I took some L’s in this season, but, shit, I roll with it
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| My chin tucked when it’s rough, even my lows different
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| I slip or I parry, ain’t gotta co-pivot
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| See my picture by their goals, I got a goat spirit, nigga
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| Just look in the mirror
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| Look into my life
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| With a frame
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| You can’t be framed if you’re not in the picture (Every day, every day)
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| Sometimes I get tired
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| Still, I just rise, I rise, I rise
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| These streets don’t love you like you think they do, nigga
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| Smile and take a picture, pose wit' you
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| Then they go and turn their backs on you
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| Some of the shit that I’ve been through
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| Would make a young nigga cry, just know I feel you too, yeah
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| I slid right on through
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| Shit got me lookin' in the mirror, like, «How'd you get here?»
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| Just look in the mirror
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| Look into my life
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| With a frame
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| You can’t be framed if you’re not in the picture (Every day, every day)
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| Sometimes I get tired
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| Still, I just rise, I rise, I rise |