| Journey into my world, yeah
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| But don’t ride my dick, ooh
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| Welcome to Hop Madness
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| Don’t ride my dick
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| Welcome to Hop Madness
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| Don’t ride my dick
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| I’m the undeniably hot nigga who’s making hip hop illa
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| Your spot filla, I smash rappers out and got sicka
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| Hopzilla, I’m like a mischievous prop getter
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| I’ma probably get popped by Biggie and Pacs killers
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| Look as my pocks fill up, now I’m a twat drilla
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| I remember the day when bitches would not
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| Pick up the phone when I would call them not hoes
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| Now not a problem I rose up from the bottom
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| «Hey bro, you’re fucking awesome!»
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| But I ain’t here to brag about a new Porsche with two doors
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| You had a killin', now I’m ‘bout to bring a few more
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| It’s time you feel my true force, from Cali straight to New York
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| And y’all gon' kiss my ass like you tried to make me do yours
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| Bitch, you wanna act a beef? |
| Think before attacking me
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| Know that I’m quick to get out of line like I have to pee
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| It’s obvious that I got your heart thumping
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| I may look like a fucking idiot but I promise I’m far from it
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| A year ago I wasn’t all that
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| Now all off a sudden all these bitches on my ballsack
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| Am I your best friend? |
| Heck no
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| You can be a fan of all of my songs, nigga, just don’t
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| Ride my dick, no, don’t ride my dick
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| Yes, don’t ride my dick, no, don’t ride my dick
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| Check me out
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| I talk shit and whip beats I’m a true MC
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| Only one who tells me what to do is me
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| Take a close look at FV and what it grew to be
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| Hoppa, Dizzy, me and three Z has made the group complete
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| My shit is past basic, in my eyes I feel I have made it
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| Came a long way from my mom and dad’s basement
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| When I do shows now the women strip me half naked
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| My motherfucking bad language got my ass famous
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| Now labels thinking about signing me (yes)
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| MTV has got they eye on me (yes)
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| Skubbedy dubbedy wow, this is irony
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| Still ain’t giving a fuck
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| So if I hurt your feelings tell it to your diary
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| Nigga, I’m so beast, rhyming over cold beats
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| Finally shining without the diamonds and gold teeth
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| The higher in power trying to bring fire in on me
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| So I keep my guards up, when I’m tired I don’t sleep
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| I noticed a whole lot of niggas who wonder why I keep dissin'
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| I ain’t trippin', just listen, I’m on a discrete mission
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| Rappers speaking on drugs, money and deceive women
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| For a check, while they balls grillin'
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| Sittin' in their seat spinnin'
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| That’s like the foulest crime
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| Somewhere down the line I was bound to rise
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| To make a difference, and now it’s time
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| I know you rappers is about a dime
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| But it’s up to me to live the corrupted minds I’m surrounded by
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| I ain’t the nigga you go outshine
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| Truth is, you’re only going in when I’m coming outside
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| Fuck your role, turn it down, mine
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| When you greet me get on your knees and open your mouth wide
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| For the record I ain’t the type to share
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| If you a rapper taking my image, a war is what I might declare
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| Just cause I’m buzzing off the white contacts
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| Don’t mean you should take your ass to hot topic to buy a pair |