| Respect is well deserved, our urge is power
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| Only super-group you ever heard was ours
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| You need to do community service hours
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| But in the box with funeral service flowers
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| My girl been pregnant, I’m up long, my unborn
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| Is been better than you over drums without his lungs formed
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| We headlining at the Garden off of one song
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| When you referring to the garden, it’s your front lawn
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| Our hats, got the nets or the Bucks on 'em, drinks spillin' cause
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| The speakers got yo cups on it
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| Had the feature on your song, now the clubs want it
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| Your song ain’t jump off till I jump on it
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| Most of those among us, folks at home are younger now
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| It’s pokin' nose in summer, tamper bay, lightnin' beemer
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| Oklahoma thunder, that’s the only bad weather
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| Doing coca-cola numbers
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| (Hook)
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| The line broke, the monkey got choked, they all went to hell in a little rowboat
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| The water rises, the boat capsized
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| Lies, these guys, sweet potato fries
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| (Serve 'em up)
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| These guys, sweet potato fries
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| (Serve 'em up)
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| These guys, sweet potato fries
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| (Serve 'em up)
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| These guys just don’t get it!
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| Before ever, my style be hot until the casket drop
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| All these wax shit need to stop
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| Y’all can invest, I don’t care how many shares you got
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| Cause I’m quick to loose entrance, you a laughin' stock
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| Y’all actin' like the trash is hot, stop lyin'
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| The booth, I’mma give you this work, no assignment
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| My vomit be as hot as the sun’s climate
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| Y’all can gossip, I’m a star that dies — homage
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| Nonsense, whores, I don’t love 'em no more
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| I twist 'em, you cats peanuts, you done with these whores
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| It’s funny. |
| Must battle for money, I’m not losin'
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| Cause I been gettin' bread ever since my first communion
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| Don’t rock with you losers, although I’m not a shooter
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| Not a peace maker, say that for your jeweler
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| It’s Punchline the ruler, I’m nice with words
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| Fuckin' dance around the topic, but you got served
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| What you’re witnessing is forecast with discipline
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| Got a plan, to be the man like Michelin
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| If you’re listening, left the track like a christening
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| Got yo clap hummin' and wistlin'
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| Check it! |
| Everything we spittin' is accurate, immaculate
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| Most cats lack on the track when they rappin' after it
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| Try to duplicate but you haters is no imaginate
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| You can try to race and chase but there’s no catchin' it
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| These four cats is smashin' it
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| Game ain’t the same, most of y’all lames won’t last in it
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| Put yo seat belts and fasten it
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| EMC ride, like DUI, we crashin' it
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| Crashin' it, it’s like a party when we’re not invited
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| But it’s not a party if the brothers never got invited
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| We took a brake and was not invited
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| Now we’re back, words got us the track, it’s when I got excited
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| Now your saying this dude nasty
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| First place, so please pick up the pace if you try to move past me
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| Now or never, let you goons gas me
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| I won’t quit, and don’t forget, I spit like the food nasty
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| Where we from, we never optimistic
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| It’s like life constantly showin' it’s ass, but we never stop to kiss it
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| Fans love it, haters op to diss it
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| Tryna find me? |
| Just come to the block and visit
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| Take fries |