| Go ahead and read the bio
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| Hendersin, I’m back like LeBron in Ohio
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| Went against the grain like motherfucking silo
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| Ain’t worried 'bout your views but I’m still going viral
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| Told my teacher «I'ma do I 'til it’s fucking July»
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| I’m in a Lambo in Dubai
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| They said «Go and chase your dreams but make sure you got a backup»
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| That’s a contradiction, kind of like a true lie
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| So, so I went and took my own path
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| Man, fuck arithmetic, I went and did my own math
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| Four years comes to a degree plus a 9-to-5
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| It doesn’t equal happiness to me
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| I hope you all see, yeah, they was blind at first
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| Cause I said that I’ma rap, I’ma find a verse
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| And that ain’t the only thing that I appear to be
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| And this ain’t the last time you gon' hear from me
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| They told me «Shut up!»
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| They told me «Be quiet!»
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| They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it!
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| You will never, ever be it
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| You might as well go ahead and quit»
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| They told me «Shut up!»
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| They told me «Be quiet!»
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| They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it!»
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| Now I’m here and you can’t deny it
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| Now I’m here and you can’t deny it, oh!
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| Feeling like Jay in my town
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| It’s about to go down
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| Man, six model chicks, six bottles of Cris, four belvederes, smoke weed
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| everywhere like
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| Feeling like Jay in my town
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| It’s about to go down
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| Man, six model chicks, six bottles of Cris, four belvederes, smoke weed
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| everywhere like
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| I’m still spittin', like Nas it was still written
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| I am legend, Will Smithin'
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| You people are still trippin' over your words
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| At prom I said «Fuck it, I’m done with herds»
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| People are sheep, livin' my dreams, ain’t getting sleep
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| Reaching my peak, your future is bleak, word to Maliek
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| I know the chance of making it’s steep
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| But this ain’t all about the credit
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| This about that producer heard me rappin'
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| Said «Sorry, I don’t get it»
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| But you ain’t gotta get it
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| You ain’t got to
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| But I’m electrifying crowds and I bet that it gon' shock you
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| Not quite sure how my foot got through the door
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| But I know right now I’m the one that they knock to
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| Yeah, yeah they was blind at first
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| Cause I said that I’ma rap, I’ma find a verse
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| And that ain’t the only thing that I appear to be
|
| And this ain’t the last time you gon' hear from me
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| They told me «Shut up!»
|
| They told me «Be quiet!»
|
| They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it!
|
| You will never, ever be it
|
| You might as well go ahead and quit»
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| They told me «Shut up!»
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| They told me «Be quiet!»
|
| They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it!»
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| Now I’m here and you can’t deny it
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| Now I’m here and you can’t deny it, oh!
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| Feeling like Jay in my town
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| It’s about to go down
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| Man, six model chicks, six bottles of Cris, four belvederes, smoke weed
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| everywhere like |