| Niggas just wanna control, meanwhile I had the remote
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| Plenty of internal conflict that happened, I had to explode (aye, aye, aye)
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| I been on the up-and-coming, I ain’t ever been a runner-up
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| I’m a leader, not a frontman, but I’ll let you lil' niggas front
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| La Fleur F-50, who taught you niggas how to stunt?
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| Niggas got emotions on criss-cross, go up on the roof nigga, fuckin jump
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| Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, so much designer but you living with your mama,
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| dog (and you ain’t payin' rent)
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| I’m feeling like Cannon back in '09, I ain’t really with the Drumma,
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| dog (you know I ain’t with the drama, dog)
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| We ain’t got nothing in common dog, unless you putting up commas dog (uh, uh)
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| I’m Roy Batty, Blade Running, shit, I might hit you with the monologue (wooh)
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| Man down (man down)
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| They be screaming out «Man down!» |
| (man down)
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| Niggas used to hate up on 'Cuzzi (right)
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| Now them niggas all fans now (right)
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| Now them niggas got they hands out (right)
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| Yeah, now 'Cuzzi got bands now (right)
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| I made a lot of money, lost a lot of friends (right)
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| It’s like I’m building castles in the sand now (right, wooh)
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| I’ve been dreaming to the fullest (woah)
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| Back when Rodney Mullen had a mullet (woah)
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| Top Gun Cruise, no bullet (woah)
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| I’m just tryna spend a night with Sandra Bullock, lord (right)
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| Ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
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| Tell them be calm (tell them be calm)
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| I do not fuck with no chickenheads, please bring them back to the farm (back to
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| the farm)
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| Ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
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| Clear out the dorm (clear out the dorm)
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| Help will arrive in a minute, just make sure that no one is harmed (heh)
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| The recipe for disaster
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| You the type to answer questions, still guessing the answer
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| I’m swift, like Mr. Clean, a nigga mess up the matter
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| But I know niggas say the word’ll make him mess with a hammer
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| I plan on, living forever nigga I won’t expire
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| Niggas tell me to give it up, I tell them «sing to the choir»
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| It’s Fraiser, Ali, David sprung Goliath
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| Pastor told me to say a prayer, lit the bible on fire
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| (Hmm) I’m Sleepy Hallowing demons, I’m steady following
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| Under the moon, on top of the hill, with wolves howling
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| Nigga
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| Part Two: Local Celebrity
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| My bitch rolling up a blunt
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| If I hit that shit once, I’ll be coughing up a lung
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| Look around the city, can’t mimic what I’ve done
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| A lot of people gonna hate when they notice you the one
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| You was doing fraud? |
| I was selling blow
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| Fucking up a comma got drips down her throat
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| 10 minutes past perfect in the depths of my mind but my nigga still lurking
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| Local celebrities nigga
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| I ain’t stressing these niggas
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| Everybody want a plate, I say a blessing for niggas
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| If you really wanna eat, I got the recipe nigga
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| Yeah, I fell asleep to an angel
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| Woke up next to Satan
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| Sold my soul to the devil, I’m as free as a mason
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| Yeah, I got a hundred white bitches and they all love niggas
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| Yeah, back in highschool, I did 2-a-days
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| Now I’m in the studio every day doing 3 a day
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| I’m just a bad angel with some good intentions
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| Niggas want a feature but I’m too expensive
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| Shit
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| They pree what the jargon is
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| I dropped «Set Fire» on em huh?
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| I am not a rapper, I’m an arsonist
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| My name ring bells in every continent
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| Niggas wanna blog post now, I’m fuckin' with them columnists
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| Swerve right, make a left at the intersection
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| Chillin' in the cut with all this money, need a disinfectant
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| I got a bitch with some lip injections
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| And don’t play that weak shit around me nigga.
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| I might disconnect it
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| How you doing? |
| Nice to meet ya
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| Cut the cheque, Bye Felicia
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| Yeah
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| I’m better than everybody who coming up
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| Niggas know where I be at, who running up?
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| Nigga, popped my first M with Auggie
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| Had a nigga on bounce like I’m sitting on laundry
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| Eating sushi, drinking Sake
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| Had a couple wise cracks, but a nigga no Gandhi
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| These new kids metro, I’m still dominion
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| Liquor spilling, molly on the tip, go and lick it, tastes delicious
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| Mama never left the house, in return I had to face the wicked
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| As the only black kid in Idaho, man the shit was vivid
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| I’m from Toronto where they call it the 6ix
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| Tell labels, don’t call unless they offering 6
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| I’m going off with the grit
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| So off with the shits
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| I be screaming out «done know nigga»
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| Jazz in this bitch like a trombone nigga
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| My shit finna drop and I postpone niggas
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| Having discharge like the ozone, nigga
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| Roll up to the club with like 3 or 4 niggas
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| Then I leave out the club with like 3 or 4 bitches
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| That’s a light stunt.
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| Niggas ain’t safe out here
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| Spring time, niggas flake out here
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| Better hold your weight 'round here
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| Secret’s safe out here
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| Yeah, 'Cuzzi |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Secrets Safe Local Celebrity Freestyle , by - Jazz Cartier. Song from the album Marauding in Paradise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп