| Yeah
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| One time for ya mind
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| I’m try’na hang ya boy from the cross, in this rap game
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| I got nails in my wrist
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| Now it’s time for me to say goodbye to you
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| Forget a drive-by I get inside a car and drive through you
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| You can live across the water I ain’t tripping I’ll fly too you
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| Inchoation, you don’t know if you dead or alive do you
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| Whoever said I wasn’t one of the coldest lyricist, screw you (yeah)
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| Whoever the so-called greatest can do fool I can do too
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| Most greatest lyricist a real repetitions that’s too true
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| Rap the same way on every song every album that’s boo-boo
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| I’m a lyrically scientific fill a sofical guru
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| A master lyricist with the spirit to shock a Zulu
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| I don’t fly over your head on every paragraph to woo you
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| I rather constantly concept you alive than relate to you
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| Don’t sweat these fake critics that speak on you like they knew you
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| Don’t let nobody dictate your style young homie do you
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| The same fool that’s rapping about what in the bullet do you
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| It sounds like a ballerina wearing a forested pink tutu
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| While you stealing ideas a got people wanting to sue you
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| We was with you girl in the motel room, running a choo-choo
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| And she ain’t try’na leave till every member of my crew-crew
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| And all these years you thought she was sweet, innocent, who knew?
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| To try to pick one best rapper is stupid to attempt do to
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| Like a fool who steeping in shit, putting they foot inside a new shoe
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| You was mentally staged and now you audiences out grew you
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| I pay a hundred bucks just to come to your show just to boo you
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| They wanna check and try me (check and try me)
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| Wanna crucify me (crucify me)
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| But when I hit em blindly
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| They be screaming why me (screaming why me)
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| No respect deny me
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| Unaware that I’ll be (I'll be)
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| Lyrically
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| The coldest you doubt and replying seed
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| Under the radar, underdog, underappreciated
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| Underground, misunderstood, and underrated
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| My natural love and passion for writing became Jay’ed
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| I gave em intelligence but the garbage they gravitated
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| To the under interested lame and I cried and narrowated
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| To the multitudes that hated I’m a newer and navigated
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| They be hoping that I sell out and become integrated
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| To this non-symmetrical imbalance industry they created
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| People ask me all the time «K, how come you never made it? |
| «It's because in lollipop world I never participated
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| When you hear my words I want you to think, and be elevative
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| How can my diamonds and my cars help your life get situated?
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| You ain’t saying shit in your songs that’s why your life faded
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| Two weeks after they dropped that trash it was outdated
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| Went platinum, turned your back on the hood, you violated
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| If you don’t show love to your fans, then you need to be cash-striated (fool)
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| You fell off and went broke embarrassed and degraded
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| Your career was like an illusion that you’ve illusionated
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| From day one in the game, all thin ice ya skated
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| And when you fell through the community celebrated |