| Separate me from the others, I’m unexplainable,
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| In a class of my own.
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| I’m so distinguished.
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| Got no comparison, you’re just embarrassing yourself
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| Trying to get brand new with me, truly,
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| I’m distinguished,
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| It’s kind of like I’m not from earth
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| And I’ve been living on Mars since birth, I’m so different.
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| I’m distinguished,
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| You never seen me so plain cut,
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| And I’m thug, imma bow my thoughts so deep.
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| Is there a long time coming, a long time struggling,
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| And so, middle finger to the haters that cut me down,
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| Wait to see me at the top, you gonna hate me now.
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| I’ve ride extraterrestrial, I’ll be your leader when I’m through.
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| Separate me from the others, I’m unexplainable,
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| In a class of my own.
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| I’m so distinguished.
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| Got no comparison, you’re just embarrassing yourself
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| Trying to get brand new with me, truly,
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| I’m distinguished,
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| It’s kind of like I’m not from earth
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| And I’ve been living on Mars since birth, I’m so different.
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| I’m distinguished,
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| You never seen me so plain cut,
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| And I’m thug, imma bow my thoughts so deep. |
| Now I’m high in a G6, no disrespect,
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| But I can’t see you from here, no.
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| So when you see my name written in the sky
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| And a light so bright it will blind your eyes
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| I’m up so big, wishing you was I,
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| See, I’ve a magic gate, baby, till I die.
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| Separate me from the others, I’m unexplainable,
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| In a class of my own.
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| I’m so distinguished.
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| Got no comparison, you’re just embarrassing yourself
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| Trying to get brand new with me, truly,
|
| I’m distinguished,
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| It’s kind of like I’m not from earth
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| And I’ve been living on Mars since birth, I’m so different.
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| I’m distinguished,
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| You never seen me so plain cut,
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| And I’m thug, imma bow my thoughts so deep.
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| From the bottom to the top, and it feels so good
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| To be home for the first time, making history.
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| You’ll never meet another guy fly like me,
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| With only my Louis drawers and my white T on,
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| K-Young chain and I let it hang low,
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| I got a bad appetite bitch, all of this for letting roll my weed up,
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| Weed up. |