| I always try to be the best at everything
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| But that ain’t worth it
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| Last place after last place
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| I’m the worst whole weight
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| Think I’ll maybe see my dreams in a hearse
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| No way
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| Skip school when it was a snow day
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| Sneak into the studio and smoke a pack of do re (lalalalalala)
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| Sing loud and talk shit and make a mill or more ey
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| If you can do it
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| That’s what them older niggas always say
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| You can hear the lack of faith like its BET church day
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| (And I feel it)
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| And this is a work day
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| I smoked, at a bacon, egg & cheese, then I wrote
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| Later on Imma watch my best friend play a show
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| And we gon' do the same shit in different parts of the globe
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| When they let us up in space, Imma play the most shows
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| Fuck the most green hoes and take mad photos
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| Think back to the times sitting in the dojo
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| Writer’s block got me hot like I lost my mojo
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| Got my powers back, international on both coasts
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| Man of mystery, and I’m making new black history
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| And I know you missing me
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| The last (?) weird
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| Got you niggas throwing bitch fits
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| Tick tick |