| Dawg, pick a location
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| Promise 'bout your pride and shock up when I put that pen to pavement
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| Y’all can keep that dickriding, I don’t need that
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| 'Cause real niggas only feel you when they see cheques
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| These days the bar so low for weird shit, had to stop sharing
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| I’m so peerless, beats get you off your bum ass like Baron
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| White boys be on they burners, who they think they scaring?
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| Black men who hate themselves don’t like what I be sharing
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| Steady bumping niggas who don’t own what they be blaring
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| It’s apparent, you niggas got failed by your parents
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| Stay on my side like Sharon
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| Cut your season off as soon as you get to airin'
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| God don’t like ugly, and just look how you appearing, nigga
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| You bitches all blue notes, no Harold Melvins (Facts)
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| Look, I get it, y’all need a image y’all don’t care 'bout talent
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| I know that you won’t admit it but you love my stylin'
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| Got a clip at one of my shows, you see me free and wilin'
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| I’m a young Frank Zappa, y’all Sarah Palin
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| Just simple, basic, no balance
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| Some niggas is washed up, y’all need to leave the island
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| Everybody can’t be Beyoncé, bitches be wilding
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| Somebody gotta be Michelle, I guess you ain’t surviving, huh
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| Shut your goofy ass up
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| Oh yes, lord, ble-
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| Oh, lord, I-
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| He’s gonna bless you
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| He’s gonna bless you, ah- |