| Yo, with this game come alotta hate, but there’s alotta snakes
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| Niggas see the size of my dish, and wanna pick a plate
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| Thinkin' I’mma fold under pressure, y’all wanna see me break
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| Had these niggas skating on ice, doing a figure eight
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| Twelve getting strong in the game, y’all can’t touch me
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| I must be, made out of steel, y’all can’t crush me
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| Watch how I paint this picture, into a mixture
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| With symbolic words, when they merge they form a scripture
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| Tone be that nigga, I belong in the ficture
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| Very necessary that my robes is furry
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| Picture me, in the King’s chair blowin' on bark
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| Before queens holding toothbrushes, scrubbin' my Clarks
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| Feedin' me grapes, give me style shakes, Frosted Flakes
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| Flood the plate, twenty four karats that intake
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| I’m all over the globe, like water in moat
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| Cocaine cookouts over portable stoves
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| Watch how we milk 'em this year
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| Ya’ll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here
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| My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years
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| But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears
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| Things is different, now time’s is changing
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| So it’s a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in
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| It’s more than entertainment, it’s hip hop
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| The way that we walk, the way that we talk
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| It’s our language
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| Aiyo, now who you know is more liver than Trife?
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| The piledriver improviser go to work on your body like exercisers
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| My opening lines’ll open your mind
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| Glock popper, clock stopper, leave you frozen in time
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| Plus you never seen me rolling with shines, I’m barely seen
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| Got bitches in all flavors, I call 'em my Dairy Queens
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| Gettin' CREAM, that’s a daily routine, y’all niggas know me
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| I’m the one and only, that’s word to Chef and Pretty Toney
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| Make my debut on Bulletproof Wallets
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| That’s when I come through
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| Stay true, got nothing for free, I had to pay dues
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| You feelin' like a frog then jump, you in the swamp with gators
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| Nigga, we eat you tadpoles for lunch
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| It’s not a hunch, it’s a sure fact
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| Drunk nigga fall back, I’m tellin' you once
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| Don’t get your fronts and your jaw cracked
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| Theodore, we the new villains in here
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| Starks Enterprise, we seeing 20 million this year
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| Watch how we milk 'em this year
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| Ya’ll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here
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| My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years
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| But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears
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| Things is different, now time’s is changing
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| So it’s a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in
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| It’s more than entertainment, it’s hip hop
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| The way that we walk, the way that we talk
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| It’s our language
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| In these war times, who’s the enemy?
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| I’m something like Matt Damon
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| And backin' in my Bourne Supremacy
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| I was brought to bring forth the remedy
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| Deadly ready or not, y’all people better steady the block
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| Or keep the heat coming, steady or not
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| Don’t want no trouble with Joe
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| We’ll throw blows that empty out the whole bungaloo
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| If y’all soldiers can handle my click
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| Then walk forward and find the one that make you cease to exist
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| You never heard me spit as lethal as this
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| Flippin' ya brother man, on the other hand will empty a clip
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| If I build, my life hangs in a myst, the balance we call this
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| Dark and light, I know wrong from right
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| But am I wrong if I live my animal appetite
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| Have a feast in the middle of night, riddle me right
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| And more righteous, must of all your might, you can’t bite this
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| 'Cause the man in your mirror is my likeness
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| And know that act is right
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| Watch how we milk 'em this year
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| Ya’ll niggas straight soft, like silk in this here
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| My niggas came off, ran hard for 10 years
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| But this time around, we got a new sound for deaf ears
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| Things is different, now time’s is changing
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| So it’s a new direction that my rhymes is aimed in
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| It’s more than entertainment, it’s hip hop
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| The way that we walk, the way that we talk
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| It’s our language |