| If that’s all they got to offer, no need
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| ‘Cause their homegrown weed got ‘em so high, call it nosebleed
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| Haters wanna shave the points like a goatee
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| Then they could join the winning circle with no team
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| Keep on crossing the line, don’t know what «no» means
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| But don’t own a thing, they gonna end up broke dope fiends
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| They should listen more and speak less
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| It only show they stupid, that’s a sign of weakness
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| Deep threats from shallow minds
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| That’s why they repeat it and I told ‘em a thousand times
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| They wake up just looking for beef
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| You know, free-range cattle, they hoof in the street
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| Couldn’t peep, they mind close
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| I don’t see what they gon' find with their eyes closed
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| Better not ask me nothin' like I know
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| I keep the pest outside just like a slide though
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| I go, they stay still
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| Moved into Disneyland ‘cause they ain’t real
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| Fools tell all damn day like it’s a big deal
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| Can’t run with me ‘cause the rule is you can’t squeal
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| They on the gravy train
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| They actin' like they put in work and they be playin'
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| They want a free ride like the rest of these bums
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| But be duckin' when they see the conductor come
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| (They think they got the winning ticket)
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| They on the gravy train
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| They actin' like they put in work and they be playin'
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| They want a free ride like the rest of these bums
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| But be duckin' when they see the conductor come
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| (They think they got the winning ticket)
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| I don’t be going nowhere, I stay embarrassed
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| By dummies who repeat everything just like a caged parrot
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| Who the cap fit? |
| Let ‘em wear it
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| They gon' catch wind when I open up and start airin'
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| As for rappers, no comparison, I’m twice as hot
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| Niggas rappin' today must be high off of micro dots
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| No merit, too little to notice like a micro knot
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| They ain’t even liked a lot despite all the hype they got
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| That’s the price of pop, and they gon' pay it, too
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| Funny it took getting fooled to know they a fool
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| Niggas wanna rise and dunk and run game on you
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| I told ‘em, «Game over, I ain’t tryna play with you»
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| Now, make a move, I’m just tryna see
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| If they act an ass, then left behind they’ll be
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| That’s it, no room for advancement
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| They topple backwards after they get backhanded
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| They on the gravy train
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| They actin' like they put in work and they be playin'
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| They want a free ride like the rest of these bums
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| But be duckin' when they see the conductor come
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| (They think they got the winning ticket)
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| They on the gravy train
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| They actin' like they put in work and they be playin'
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| They want a free ride like the rest of these bums
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| But be duckin' when they see the conductor come
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| (They think they got the winning…) |