| I am calm in all arenas
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| But I am not in calm arenas
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| All the ballers wanna be us
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| I am not a ballerina
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| Mamma Mia, I’m your leader
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| Heard you want a resolution
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| Ironically I’m not Aaliyah
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| Heard your problems, I don’t need ‘em
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| I already buried you deep in my thoughts
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| Run into me and my dogs
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| Muscle up, knuckles up
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| Fuckin' with me or my squad
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| Gon' cause your ceiling to fall
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| This crystal ball sees you way in the back but I’m front tho
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| Just wait for the sound of my drum roll
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| You lame, you a fan in the front row
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| Don’t wait for the man dem, you dun know
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| All of my real ones be
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| The type that don’t say it less they mean it
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| Type that gon' stay, they never leaving
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| That’s a real bredjin best believe it
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| More secure than I can remember being, ever in my being, energy is gleaming
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| But you movin' suss like Kesha’s team is
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| Better not fuck with me, I mean it
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| No more Fugazi, you blew it
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| No more Fugazi, you blew it x 4
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| We don’t like fake around
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| We sure don’t play around
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| Baby it’s a hardly a choice
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| Lately, I’m not with the noise |
| Pay me or don’t hear my voice, Oh
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| And it’s no more Fugazi (I feel like fucking you up)
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| How could you blame me (Promise I will run it up)
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| Wow y’all amaze me
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| I cannot guarantee your safety
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| No more Fugazi, you blew it
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| No more Fugazi, you blew it x 8 |