| They thought I wouldn’t make it, now they looking stupid
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| This the whole time I knew I had the blueprint
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| I got that water, I could catch a
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| I can’t love that bitch when I look like cupid
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| (Stupid dog) When I look like Eustace
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| I’ma put that stick to yo' mouth like a toothpick
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| I’m a machine, I don’t know how I do this
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| Brick to his head, he gon' get a contusion
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| I’m sick in the head, bitch, I think I’m gon' lose it
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| Sold him rerock for a band and I blew it
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| Her pussy stay wet so I ain’t had to lube it
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| Hit that bitch one time, now she tryna move in
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| I’m with my new bitch, she bad and bougie
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| Brand new bands, two-toned like Snoopy
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| I might rob yo' house,
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| I hate you niggas, go grab the nooses
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| I’ma fuck that bitch and then chuck the deuces (Bye)
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| I’m a young legend, I feel like Confuscious
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| Beam to his head (Yeah), he look with confusion (Uh)
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| I’m way too ahead (Yeah), there’s no way I’m losing
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| He gone with the wind like the Avatar, Aang
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| The heat wet his body, that earth where he lay
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| I cut you inside for the cheap, not a fade
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| No balls in this bitch, you can tell you been spayed (Uh)
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| Spray like graffti then spread, not no paint
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| Don’t cross me, end up confessing like a saint
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| I’m bringing the wind, it’s pressure then it’s pain
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| High on the smoke cloud, it’s not no rain
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| When the iron hit, twist the metal like a chain
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| I suggest you just bike-pedal where you came
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| Shoot, not no Call of Duty firing range
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| Rappers want book and never flipped a page
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| Built like a, I smoke like a sage
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| I’m often enraged, but not within range
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| , whatever they say
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| Not finna play, you die from the plague
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| Boulevard chilling, post up in yo' lane
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| They think that I’m joking, must think I’m insane
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| Don’t you dare provoke or it’s Citizen Kane
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| Make your family wonder where you been all those days (Uh-huh) |