| So I’m a flop? |
| Nah, that’s where you guys are wrong
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| I shit on niggas, that’s why I rap with a diaper on
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| Don’t be approaching me with none of your mess
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| Talking 'bout where I belong
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| Just tell your friends all bout me and sit
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| And watch as they minds get blown
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| Niggas on that basic shit, now I’m a go ape a bit
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| I know y’all prayed for this, so don’t trip
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| Here’s a handkerchief for your razored wrists
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| My flows got a few ways to switch
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| Niggas act hard, I’m a change the script
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| Everybody begging to be out ya mind
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| Cause they know I got skills y’all can’t prevent
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| When I lace a hit you impressive, none
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| You can take it as a lessson, son
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| If you was smart, you’d drop the mic and
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| Try to stick up a bank with a weapon drawn)
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| Pillow Man was slept upon
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| That’s the reason the West was gone
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| But I set the bomb, when it blows up
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| You niggas will now where the heck I’m from
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| I’m keeping it raw fo' sho', flow’s so diabolical
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| You watching 'em, but it took like 10 whole years
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| Just for my balls to grow
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| No overnight success, I’m struggling just to write this mess
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| The road to rightousness was more than words and skill that I possess
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| I was the nigga all you niggas used to clown
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| Now when I come around, I got you motherfuckers like «Wow!»
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| Yeah, how you like me now?
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| I’m flossin all you nigga’s like BLAOW!
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| How you like me now, motherfucker?
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| How you like me…
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| How you like me now, motherfucker?
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| How you like me…
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| Ay yo Let me see you clown, motherfuckers
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| Let me see…
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| How you like me now, motherfuckers
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| How you like me…
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| S-W-I-Z-Z and add another
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| My swagger makes your girl want to cut, like upper
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| I’m mad hot, dog, my 16s should come with mustard
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| If you think I have a big head, then you haven’t see my brother!
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| Cause back then niggas swore I wouldn’t make a rap
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| Promised it couldn’t happen and hated with a passion
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| A mixtape later I silenced their laughing
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| Now the same ones would probably suck my dick if I asked 'em
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| It’s obvious I have it locked like CAPS
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| Rocking to a bitch fight beat that slaps
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| I do it major, Poly Sci &Bio
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| I don’t have haters only fans in denial
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| Now gimme a minute to hop in my zone, I’m making 'em pop like Mary
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| I’m rocking the party to act all retarded, I’m making 'em pop like cherries
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| I know this nigga is wild, but I will knock him down
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| Just answer this question for me:
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| How you like me, how you like me now?
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| Oh, so you wanna be cool? |
| You wanna be pals?
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| You wanna be closest friends?
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| See a nigga so hot, that’s why I’m popping up
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| Like I’m toaster bread
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| I say shit that don’t get said
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| That’s why I can’t roll with feds
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| Illuminati got they eye on me
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| And they gonna see to it that a nigga don’t get fed
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| My purpose ain’t hard to see
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| I pull up on rappers like «pardon me
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| Your bars are weak, you spend too much time
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| Tryina get your sparkling charm to bling»
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| I be kickin them multiple syllables
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| Ripping up shows and holding my genitals
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| Get a dose of the wicked flow before your niggas run up
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| Sayinh «Homie, you should’ve known»
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| It’s crazy how life can switch
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| I ain’t gonna lie to you mine was shit
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| Not anymore, shit changed up
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| From woman selection to size of tits
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| I know bitches who can ride the dick
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| Niggas who think that my eyes are sick
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| Showing them many agents who be loving
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| The melodies that I supply them with
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| I gotta a note for all y’all
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| In the rap game who got an album stacking dough
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| Y’all got big, chains’ll start falling off like Michael Jackson’s nose
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| Who the illest? |
| Ya’ll know
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| Hopsin, yeah, bravo
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| I’m 'bout to leave the building right now
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| AbadeAbade that’s all folks |