| Cop my shit, dog, play this here
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| Come through, ride out, bitch like me
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| Stomped out you little flames ever so politely, it’s me
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| You know what this is, got the crowd like WHAT!
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| Ain’t a bitch alive that can take my WHAT!
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| This time when I come, it’s gone be like WHAT!
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| It ain’t hard to tell you just been done
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| This bitch, sick spit, clips toxic
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| Oh shit, that’s it
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| Tired of my voice? |
| Plug ya ears
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| Outrageous by choice? |
| Love the stares
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| Knew my time would come, was prepared
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| Comeback second to none, still she here
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| What, whatever though, cats incredible
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| Watch me jaw-drop, y’all stuck like vegetables
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| Take my shine? |
| That’s my lifeline
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| Sit back and watch me chart climb, bitch, now it’s all mine
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| I ain’t givin' up or lettin' up, advice? |
| Step it up
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| Slow down, cause your mistakes is catchin' up
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| Fan’s a fan and you scramblin', I’m sittin' pretty
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| Ain’t nothing left but me standing and you ain’t wit me
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| Sob stories all you left wit cause it’s over
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| Some say I’m mad, naw, I’m just a little colder
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| You know what this is, got the crowd like WHAT!
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| Ain’t a bitch alive that can take my WHAT!
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| This time when I come, it’s gone be like WHAT!
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| It ain’t hard to tell you just been done
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| I’m the boss of this, know the cost when you floss wit this
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| Got you lost like «Excuse me, miss?»
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| Can’t give up, you step, I jump five steps ahead
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| Need new shit, old tactics is dead
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| Anything that you thought was the shit, it ain’t
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| All the things that you thought you could do, you can’t
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| While I’m here, heh… stay prepared
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| Veins in ya eyes while you stare, nose flared out
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| Same as it used to be, niggas clear out
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| Open spaces, heh, I replaced it
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| Disappointment on all ya faces
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| Cheer up, back to the basics, I geared up
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| Settled this, stuck, and I’m here, what?
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| What you gonna do to take me out? |
| Nothing!
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| But thank you cause you caked me out
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| Watched you, studied you, made me better
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| Played you, faded you, now they sweat her
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| Got through the door only cause they let her
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| Dose of the first was cool, but it gets better
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| Yeah… shit gets better
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| You know what this is, got the crowd like WHAT!
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| Ain’t a bitch alive that can take my WHAT!
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| This time when I come, it’s gone be like WHAT!
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| It ain’t hard to tell you just been done |