| Your best shit ain’t better than my worst shit, yeah
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| Ain’t better than my worst shit, yeah
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| Your best shit ain’t better than my worst shit, yeah
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| Don’t call me underrated, you ain’t heard shit, yeah
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| Work like a vet, and know I don’t work for a check
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| But I’ma run it up, you can bet
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| Fuck the competition, I’ll impress myself
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| Don’t need to watch me, you should check yourself
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| So much on the shelf that if I take a verse off the shelf
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| It probably break the Earth, raise Hell
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| Burn like 8701, Ushered in a new a flow for the old one
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| Her pants too tight, I don’t hold no gun
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| But Jiddy JID bookbag probably hold one
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| I keep a smile on my face when it’s all bad
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| Record labels on my line, I ain’t call back
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| And your girl on my line, I ain’t call back
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| He got his eyes on the prize and they all mad
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| As a reminisce I’m doing well
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| Buying with my 9, bitch it the smell, nah
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| My nigga caught charge, yeah, he caught the L
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| He down the road now, send him some mail
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| Get it while they get his goods, I had to get it together
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| I was gathering my goods for the inclement weather
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| Trying to make it heavy and heard your shit was light as a feather
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| That’s fine, get it together, you can do better
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| You can be whatever you gon' be
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| But you can be never, JID the monster
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| Mayhem and tax by the letter
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| Let us pray for those who thought it was a game or child’s play
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| Somebody answer, take the flow and
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| Your best shit ain’t better than my worst shit, yeah
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| That 40 on me now, I disperse shit, yeah
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| Heard what I said, let 'em twerk, drop they berk shit, yeah
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| But she ain’t even heard the kid yet
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| Serve shit off purpose, on point with a smooth work shit
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| On purpose, outpatient, might surface |