| They actin' like they know me, they see me in videos
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| Where was you when I was out doin' them shitty shows
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| Everybody postin' this nigga, he finna blow
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| These biddies in every city be showin' their titties, bro
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| Oh no, here he go, that boy cold
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| The dope flow, expose rappers, I’m no joke
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| You Eminem on 8 Mile, the first show
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| Like a girl with no gag reflex, I won’t choke
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| Broke niggas hit me
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| Like, «Aye bro, let me hold fifty»
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| They see me in the club gettin' hugs with more bottles of CÎROC
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| At my table then Diddy, tell me who was fuckin' with me
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| When I didn’t have this
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| When my YouTube didn’t have hits
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| When I wasn’t always with a bad bitch
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| Now my wallet and my girl mad thick
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| Remember way back then?
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| I was tryna get it right, hit up Mickey D’s then split it with my friends
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| Remember way back then?
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| I just had a normal job, I was workin' nine to five, tryna get them ends
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| Remember way back then?
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| I was tryna make a name, couldn’t catch a brake, nobody would let me in
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| Remember way back then?
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| I remember back then…
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| It was just me and my cousin, we whipped it around the town
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| Nobody thought I would be the one to hold it down
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| Oh wow, now they approachin' me with a smile
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| Like, «I'm lovin' what you doin', let’s kick it, it’s been a while»
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| Nigga please, I’m seein' all of my enemies
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| Pretend to be a friend of me, they get up in the industry
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| Your energy is finicky and I don’t need that shit
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| Fake love you can keep that shit, I repeat that shit
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| Fake love you can keep that shit
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| Got every girl tryna freak my dick and you can see I’m lit
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| You wouldn’t be able to see I’m rich
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| Unless I showed you when them email hit and let you read that shit
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| I’m not the same as I used to be
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| I just ain’t about nobody usin' me
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| And truthfully, you couldn’t share the booth with me
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| Nigga, I ball, you can’t hoop with me
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| Remember way back then?
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| I was tryna get it right, hit up Mickey D’s then split it with my friends
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| Remember way back then?
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| I just had a normal job, I was workin' nine to five, tryna get them ends
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| Remember way back then?
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| I was tryna make a name, couldn’t catch a brake, nobody would let me in
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| Remember way back then?
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| I remember back then… |