| Yes, God! |
| We ain’t got no replacements!
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| This shit is easy. |
| It’s too fucking easy! |
| God!
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| Dropping the bomb
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| Sound the alarm
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| Heart on my sleeve
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| Blood on my arm
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| Blade in my palm
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| Cutting these records 'til 6 in the morn'
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| Cut me a check or just leave me alone
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| I need a crown
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| I need a throne
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| I am the king
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| You are a clone
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| I hit the spot
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| I’m in the zone
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| What do you know
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| Who would’ve thunk it?
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| Came out of Maryland, jumped out the barrel and turning myself into something
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| I studied the fundamentals of the craft, I made it up out of the dungeon
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| I’m 'bout to punch it, I treat this bitch like a luncheon
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| No it’s not up for discussion
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| I am disgusting
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| Nigga you can’t tell me nothing
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| Who in the fuck, done it the way that I done it?
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| I swear that my shit is original
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| Pressing your luck, thinking that you on my level
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| Oh no my nigga we not similar
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| I’m in the cut, plotting and planning my future
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| I made a brand new maneuver
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| All of this shit is amusing
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| I don’t believe it, it’s an optical illusion
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| I done been up
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| I done been down
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| Had to bandage up the bumps and the bruises
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| I had to run
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| Go get it now
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| Think of the winning, I can’t do the losing
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| I realize that this shit is a choice
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| I am a fire, we lighting the torch
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| Still overcompensating with your whack ass
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| Living in the past nigga never that
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| God! |