| While you been lining up these lines, I’ve been lining up these planets
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| Like I’m getting every green light and you just don’t understand it
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| See I’m in tune and you’re not, with my crew and you’re not, keep the future
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| And my proof cause I’m the truth and you’re not
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| I’m in my zone when the sun is going home and the moon is over dome
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| I’ve been colder than a stone, she got to be a bad if I’m getting off my throne
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| Just to watch her moan and groan that this dick is overgrown
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| My dome is overflown with these joints you’re calling home, call your homies
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| It’s about to be the shit if you can get into my show
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| I rock until the tick, these honey’s tacking on my toes, I’m rapping from
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| The tap like death is wrapping on your dough, these cats ain’t doing shit
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| And yet they’re stacking up their clothes, like, «maybe this will help my flow
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| Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, I ain’t balling when I should be like the rucker
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| fucking up
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| Man these people don’t get genius I’m ahead of everyone, I can’t wait until
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| they sign me
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| I’mma sell a million copies, see the world inside a jet until these bitches
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| call me papi,»
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| He says while we’re on Venice saying will you sign my copy? |
| I scribble my
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| initials real
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| Sloppy like don’t bother me
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| Ayo, it’s time to say fuck it, grab a forty and a bucket
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| Cause I’m sitting in my chonies eating poppy seed muffins
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| You gotta beg to put my heat up in the oven, if you wanna
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| Hear me rhyme that’ll cost you forty duckets, times a thousand
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| I arouse it with my housing then I Charlie Brown clown’em, make’em
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| Bow to the loudness, my prow prowess, she thinking please plow us
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| She wanna buy my dick, thirty, fifty, sixty flowers, this renown
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| Next to my rhyme malice, all these rap renegades they be looking
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| Like cowards, can’t see past their bills like mallards, claiming
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| Lions and munching on a salad, get that shit up off my pallet, I stay
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| Kicking in my palace, that’s what you wanna get when you’re living off
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| Your talents, keep my pen inside my talons tryna write my dream houses
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| That’s why your girl’s with me tonight, who needs blouses?
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| Yeah, yeah it’s electric
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| But I guess if you can’t feel it you know, you just ain’t built for it
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| I’ve hard times staying with a bitch that can’t stay in tune, you know?
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| I can open doors but if you can’t hold the key then there’s really not
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| Much more I can do
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| One-two, one-two (yeah, yeah)
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| One-two, one-two (yeah)
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| Yeah, I’m beginning to fall in the center of my basis, and with a deep grin
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| Smile in amazement, these old sneakers changed to alligators, my hand me down
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| Pea coats switched to velvet blazer, born inside an igloo, my pops ice chamber
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| Cooler than what’s underneath the ice skater, foolish men who talk big but like
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| Waiting, no legs to stand on, fuck it I can’t save’em no, I can’t save her
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| Though she’s my favorite, she don’t want much but to ride my wave and carry my
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| Board through foreign location, she’s gorgeous, but a whore’s within her DNA
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| And it’s important to let you be who you are, I can’t force it, I’m mighty
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| morphing
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| Kick it with my yellow ranger niggas salty, and lay down like put him in the
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| coffin
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| Gold crown on my ten pound noggin, I can see the stars align and my God it’s a
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| beautiful
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| Time to be shining on point, and pardon me, I just never get the option to ride
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| a beat
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| With this much space often, probably the most underrated yet, elevated flying
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| over
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| California in my saucer, awesome |