| I’m clocking them fake rappers
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| Eating oxygen cakes
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| Go home, listen to Boy Better Know
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| I sold more than the box ever made
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| But if you’re on my side
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| Chill, relax, and enjoy the ride
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| I’m not a one hit wonder boy
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| Trust me, I make music all the time
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| Someone’s shotting today
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| Everybody’s got something to say
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| If I quick this music to my road
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| Half of you guys will have nothing to play
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| See I hear this stuff all the time
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| You think you can write bars like mine
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| Look on your lyric books and you’ll find
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| I only make badboy tunes
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| So when there’s all five man in the room
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| All communication stops
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| 'Cause if you don’t hear me, then you’re doomed
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| You can’t test me, you might be yeh pro
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| I don’t care, I’m mighty and so
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| When you see my mix album on the shelves, cop that
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| It’s a deal like Ikea
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| On the Boy Better Know CD you’ll get
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| Bare tunes from JME, you best
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| Play my tunes at full volumes and shout
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| Shh hut yuh muh, rudeboy, poomplex, diickhead
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| You know I’m the best
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| Your favourite MC, there’s no contest
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| Lyrically I’m ahead of the rest
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| Poooomplex
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| I wear my own dance
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| Man see me roll on own arms
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| Turn them, shh hut yuh muh, there’s no
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| Rudeboy, wipe your lips, why just
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| I’ve got my own T’s
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| Man see me and think I got p’s
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| Turn them, eyo fam, you know me
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| Still hustlin for my food to eat
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| I only go pops, the? |
| is a must
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| Plus if I can’t get into the pool club
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| If not then I’ll go make a dub
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| I don’t do collabs
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| Hold me down like I’ve got?
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| But I’m slipping, washboard abs
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| , are you mmmmaad? |