| If I was taller, you would run from me huh
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| If I wasn’t balling I couldn’t be your cup of tea huh
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| I mean, what if I wasn’t somebody huh
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| Since rapping makes you so uncomfortable huh
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| You’d never actually fuck me huh
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| They used to say I’m too loud, but that’s cool now
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| Love my skin, always been proud, guess that’s in now
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| They used to say I’m too black, with that crude rap
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| And I courier the boom bap over new trap
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| Hmm, we’re in your maze
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| Before they called us monkey niggas
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| Where are those days?
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| That cotton picking fucking wit em'
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| Where are those slaves?
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| I want em' on the rise like varicose veins
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| Hmm, yeah I’m darker than my friends
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| And finally they see it and they start to get the trend
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| I gotta do 2 times more to get 4 times less
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| But it’s cool ‘cause I’m sharper in the end
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| Still, let’s talk about it
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| About the fact I got commercial appeal
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| So ultimately, it’s the dollars that be turning the wheel
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| Most my homies, they want gold and not that surgical steel
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| They wanna make more than we currently will |
| I mean I get it, I’m trying to stack stack stack
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| All of the coin coin coin
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| I love that I’m black black black
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| So fuck all that noise noise noise
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| Boing boing boing
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| Lady parts but I’m fierce
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| This a daily dart from my fears
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| Issa lazy start from my peers
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| Imma pave a pond with my tears
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| I gotta interrupt the service
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| I gotta switch it up, I gotta think above the surface
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| They dropping they change, I’m picking up the purses
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| History deserted, huh
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| You think I’m proud to be associated with you
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| I don’t need shit
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| And most importantly I don’t need you
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| Need you …
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| All my life I hung with the man dem
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| Yeah — sometimes they gotta let you know that you different, I used to
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| Point guard, set the play on some ball shit
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| Poised tall, 7th grade, still a small shrimp
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| We was running, we was shooting and um
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| This one boy was moving ruder than he usually does
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| At one point, he threw my ball over my reach
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| I’m talking way down the street, like 45 feet
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| I fucking stepped, like is you serious nigga
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| This ain’t the end, there ain’t no period nigga |
| This is a mess, I ain’t inferior nigga
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| Bruh I stepped to him cleanly
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| So he cuffed by the neck and he beat me
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| I shrug about it now
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| Its just my struggle with the power divide
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| Cause even as little kids, he told me with his hand around me
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| That all the other boys don’t never wanna hang around me
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| And they don’t fuck with tom boys, it’s a squad of small boys
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| He was swinging hard like I ain’t have my dad around me
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| Like I ain’t always have my sisters and my fam around me
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| Side eye how them niggas used to act around me
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| Looking back, I ain’t have a fat ass around me
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| Still I levelled up, I always had that ladder round me
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| Now I’m rocking big stages and they gather round me
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| I got nothing but them groupies and them fans around me
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| Oh say can you see by the dawns early light that I’m proud like the star
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| spangled banner round me
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| Shorty gloss like that laquer ‘round me
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| More a boss than the mans around me
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| Lil nigga couldn’t shake me
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| Lil nigga couldn’t break me
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| Nah
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| Lil nigga couldn’t shake me
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| Lil nigga couldn’t break me |