| Yeah
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| Came a long way man, from tours
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| First act on doing encores
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| Fit in or stand out, either or
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| Quick to pick which I want more
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| Went high grade, gone top drawer
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| Game on point, numbers on board
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| Made my second home airport floors
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| Been on call for those long hauls
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| Damn (damn) Said I’d do it, I did it (I did it)
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| Put my mark on map like I googled the image (Ayy)
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| Let 'em get used to the shit, nothing usual in it (Yeah)
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| I took my backpack and my accent there and back and, there and back again
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| Yeah this life’s a bitch but I fit this bitch like a black dress
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| I say
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| Same shit different story, that’s a hard sell
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| And they ain’t big enough to sell it
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| Always talking 'bout those tall tales
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| Never doing it before they said it
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| Whole squad like fuck the guard rails
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| So they can be the ones to tell it
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| We just live up to all those tall tales
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| And man if you don’t know by now forget it
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it
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| And I been gone longer than I woulda liked
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| Let me put that right, yeah, I took my time
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| 'Cause number four did damage, so cooking five
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| I locked the kitchen down, mixed good advice
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| With too many late nights in St Kilda, too many late nights in the L.E.S
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| I’m pound for pound the best, and this is where the buck stops, my two cents,
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| not a penny less
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| So what I miss? |
| Man, let me guess
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| Some poser shit, faux heaviness
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| I don’t rock the boat, I capsize the bitch
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| And if this the wave, they all getting swept
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| I’m the architect of my success
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| Hand made this house of cards, went upper deck
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| Since Cinematic came and went
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| I reload, five deep this round, no time for breath goddamn
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| Tried to let y’all miss me for a second
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| Come back and I hear my influence on all these rappers records
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| And goddamn, even I’m over reiterating the message
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| But it feels like if I ain’t here to remind how quickly they forget it
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| That I’m geed up, I’ve been up, I’m living la vida
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| That bullshit, you ain’t bout that life man, me either
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| Damn, the boys back, I II tell you something for nothing
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| I ain’t mad I missed these summers, it’s just been motherfuckers
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| Saying the
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| Same shit different story, that’s a hard sell
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| And they ain’t big enough to sell it
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| Always talking 'bout those tall tales
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| Never doing it before they said it
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| Whole squad like fuck the guard rails
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| So they can be the ones to tell it
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| We just live up to all those tall tales
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| And man if you don’t know by now forget it
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it
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| Whatever man. |
| If you don’t know by now
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| Forget it
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| I’m no side show, I’m no life coach, Mr. Tightrope don’t slip, nuh uh
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| Tall poppies get clipped But how many track stems you gotta dig, damn
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| Made my own lane, they rehashing, yawning at their bars
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| Yea got it, you rhyme, blah de blah, count myself to sleep with all the ways
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| they rap bout rapping
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| Two classics under my belt, another put an ARIA on my shelf
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| And the other was my first one, didn’t make that for anyone else
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| And still it’s onwards, upwards, let it build
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| Crossing genres, bending steel
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| If you don’t respect what it takes to make this look easy by now, you never will
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| You never will, you never will
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| So here we go again
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| Oh, oh
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| So here we go again
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| Oh, oh
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| So here we go again |