| I know you seen it, make it look easy
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| Want it done right, you better do it yourself
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| It’s my season, bet I get even
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| Tell them niggas it’ll be a cold day in hell
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| Before I fail
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| Tell them motherfuckers wish me well
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| I’m at the top of the top like a citadel
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| I blow the whole bitch up like an infidel
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| I’m on your head like a motherfucking infrared
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| I need the cheese, I need the bread
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| My pull-out game weak, I’ma leave it in
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| They got a young nigga bringin' out the motherfuckin' beast again
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| Give me a reason to reach past reasonin'
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| I put a little on top, that’s seasonin'
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| To be honest I can’t see what y’all see in them
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| They distorted the truth like CNN
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| Then recorded the loop to replay again
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| I ain’t givin' you the luxury
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| What’s enough for them is not enough for me
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| When you’re down and out, where’s the company?
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere, y’all stuck with me
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| So I strongly suggest that you fuck with me
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| 'Cause it’s a bumpy ride from the other side, God
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| Get it all, all that
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| Run it up, where it’s at?
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| Get a ball, I fall back
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| Get in line, fall in
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| Goddamn, Goddamn
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| They know, who I am
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| Goddamn, Goddamn
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| They know, who I am
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| Bet I make a couple million 'fore I leave this bitch
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| Bet you never seen a nigga do it like this
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| Shoot a lot of shots, I bet I learn from every miss
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| How the fuck you get rewards if you never take a risk?
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| Bet I make a couple million 'fore I leave this bitch
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| Bet you never seen a nigga do it like this
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| Shoot a lot of shots, I bet I learn from every miss
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| How the fuck you get rewards if you never take a risk?
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| I took some chances, never took advances
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| Put a little speck of paint on my canvas
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| I dodged the cameras and the greasy handlers
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| I know that these deals all double-handed
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| I know that y’all niggas all lost and stranded
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| I see that these folks all lower the standards
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| Make a nigga wonder how the hell y’all made it
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| Must have lost your mind if you think I panicked
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| Feelin' like McNabb with the way I scramble
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| Call me young A. I with the grip and handle
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| Boy, your flame went out like a dim-lit candle
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| Nigga, I don’t give a fuck, pardon my manners
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| I switch that gear, hit the gas and mash it
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| I ain’t got no limit, I’m forever maxing
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| This shit get deep, yeah, the game is taxin'
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| Gotta clean my cleats for the season bastard
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| Niggas can’t stop me, I’m a fuckin' monster
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| Yeah, so many words, I’m a fuckin' problem
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| So it’s fuck what you heard, better call a Doctor
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| Proceeded to propel like a helicopter
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| Yeah, we been givin' 'em hell, no other options
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| Livin' by the code, the eternal doctrine
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| Goin' for the gold 'til the throne is conquered
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| Ten thousand hours invested on this
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| I must-
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| Get it all, all that
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| Run it up, where it’s at?
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| Get a ball, I fall back
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| Get in line, fall in
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| Goddamn, Goddamn
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| They know, who I am
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| Goddamn, Goddamn
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| They know, who I am
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| Bet I make a couple million 'fore I leave this bitch
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| Bet you never seen a nigga do it like this
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| Shoot a lot of shots, I bet I learn from every miss
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| How the fuck you get rewards if you never take a risk?
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| Bet I make a couple million 'fore I leave this bitch
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| Bet you never seen a nigga do it like this
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| Shoot a lot of shots, I bet I learn from every miss
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| How the fuck you get rewards if you never take a risk? |