| I’m too powerful, you horrible
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| Ain’t nothing sweet, cute, neat, adorable
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| It’s the deplorable, I get to scream like…
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| So I throw an audible
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| Hey, I’m sorta ill, homie, you better chill
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| You get a head of scheme in a head of steel
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| The letter’s real, Ed is real
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| You feeling like the driver, take the steering wheel
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| I’ve been smart, you’ve been dumb and then some
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| I turn outcome into income
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| You lose some, you win some, I’m at the win, son
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| Or the …, head coach you …
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| Hey, you filling in, Edo’s ill again
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| For them dividends, on my own I kill again
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| The ground I broke, dog, you just drilling in
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| This is hardcore rap, ain’t nothing feminine
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| Edo’s incredible, he ride in style, allegeable
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| New England safety, James a head of bull
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| I never step foot on a pedestal
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| Blew once, second time inevitable
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| Caught the pain, fought the fame
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| This game will lend you an umbrella
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| Take it back when it starts to rain
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| And I don’t floss for birds, never at a loss for words
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| This … the third, haven’t you heard?
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| My verbs never slurred, preferred the absurd
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| Till money is transferred
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| You unheard young bird
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| When beef gets stirred, you get bullied like young Berg
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| I throw a new pitch, thugs do snitch
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| Gangasta is played out, smart’s the new rich |