| When stepping off the shoulders of a giant
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| Girl it’s a long way down no more Kobe Bryant
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| You’re stuck with no name clowns
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| Doing all the same rounds that you did before
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| Stars are blowing up my phone
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| Promoters kickin down my door
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| And don’t think I’m bout thaw out
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| I’ll be staying cool as fuck, cold blooded Reptar
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| You can’t stretch the truth enough
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| To leave yourself convince that I’m not winning
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| Would make you insecure if you saw the grade of women
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| Vying for attention from the D-A-Double L
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| Claiming you’re over us, thats a tough fuckin sell
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| And I ain’t buying it, I’m applying this pressure to the game
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| Touch down to New York and life will never be the same, yeah
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| Bet you won’t break my heart, no
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| Pain words spitting
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| Bulletproof living
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| Ten foot tall and I’m winning
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| Over before it starts
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| Bottles still tipping
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| Eighty proof sipping
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| Ten foot tall and I’m winning
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| You cut me deep bitch cut me like surgery
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| They say that life’s a gamble still I thought we were a certainty
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| Really the only person capable of truly hurting me
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| You had me spinning now shit burned to the third degree
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| And no emergency call can treat those wounds
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| So I just pour me a drink, I’m from the old school
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| Didn’t really talk about it, just kicked it with the bros
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| But time heals all wounds, eventually it goes
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| From painful to numb, just look at what I’ve become
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| My focus second to none, don’t talk I just get it done
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| Give my heart to next to none now guess I know better
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| Start playing Geezy and Kellz, I’m a go getter
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| Bet you won’t break my heart, no
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| Pain words spitting
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| Bulletproof living
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| Ten foot tall and I’m winning
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| Over before it starts
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| Bottles still tipping
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| Eighty proof sipping
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| Ten foot tall and I’m winning
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| All I wanna do is forget about you cuz all you ever do it bring me down
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| Stay outta my way cuz we ain’t gonna make up, don’t wanna see your face this
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| side of town |