| What up?
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| Ah, I’ma put a bow tie on and kick this bitch in the ass
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| Check it out now
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| Ay, they told me I would be great when
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| I was eating ramen, writing rhymes in my basement
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| And now they wanna hate on my vision, like it’s a flagrant
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| Foul, and they don’t even know the game that I’m playing
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| I got that old style flipped up, mixed with the new
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| I see 'em talking from a distance, when I’m round they get mute
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| It’s kinda funny 'cause they always wanna talk about the truth
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| But can’t apply the same standards to the things that they, do
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| Shit, I guess it’s different when I do it, right?
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| Yeah, it’s always different when I do it, right?
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| You wasting all that time comparing you and I
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| That you didn’t even notice I was cupcaking your cutie pie
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| Man, we drove around in the whip
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| We had a really nice night, she’s a wonderful chick
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| You were out with all your boys talking all of your shit
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| While she was fogging up the windows with her mouth on my…
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| Man, but they don’t see me like I see myself
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| Looking back in that mirror saying, «You fine as hell»
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| My philosophy moving forward is «might as well»
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| Take a hundred shots, if you make one homie then ring the bell
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| Shit, I’m sick of this «that should be me"shit
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| The greats don’t sit around and complain, they achieve shit
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| If you don’t wanna get off your ass, don’t blame me, bitch
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| The energy I came with is the energy I leave with, yeah!
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| Heart full, hands high, let me tell 'em 'bout it
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| They’ll never love me like I love myself
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| They’ll never love me like I love myself
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| They’ll never love me like I love myself
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| Yo, check it out now
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| Man, they told me it would be great if (great)
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| I just kept it simple, kept on working that same shift
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| But I ain’t really with it, fuck that «keeping it safe"shit (fuck man)
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| I’m tryna see the world with this music, call it a spaceship
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| Ground control calling, I was out on my own
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| Heard they bumping at the gums, tryna falter my zone
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| I found a peace within the music, found a calm in the tone
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| They wanna tell me where to go with it but never left home
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| Shit, I guess it’s different when you do it, right?
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| Hah, it’s always different when you do it, right?
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| You wasting all that time comparing you and I
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| That you didn’t even notice that I booked your girl a Cuba flight
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| Man, we gonna get drunk and smoke cigars
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| You ain’t gotta worry 'bout a thing witchyo beetch arse
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| I pour the tequila up in the cynar and
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| Serenade your momma on the beach with my keytar, like…
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| Go and bring the minivan round momma
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| Girl, you ain’t got the kids tonight, no
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| No fussing, just loving
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| I ain’t cumming till you cumming
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| Girl we gonna see the city lights
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| Go and bring the minivan round momma (Go and bring it round)
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| Girl, you ain’t got the kids tonight, no
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| We gonna see the city lights, yeah
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| (They don’t love ya like I love ya baby!)
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| Heart full, hands high, let me tell 'em bout it
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| They’ll never love me like I love myself
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| They’ll never love me like I love myself, ah
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| They never love me like I love myself
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| They don’t love me like I love myself
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| They’ll never love me like I love myself
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| They’ll never love me like I love myself, ah
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| They never love me like I love myself |