| I get it movin' on people when I begin to write
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| That’s how it is, no fabrications, just how I live
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| I got the cure, oh baby I got the cure!
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| See, everywhere that I go
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| I see the people I know
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| They callin' fake tit, it is so sad
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| I’ve come to take back the world
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| One stroke when I die, I’m supposed
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| Don’t worry 'bout the needle, you just relax…
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| Verse 1: Koshir
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| Real life, so I ain’t flu flow
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| Cash money in the pocket, I get dough
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| White Girl superstar, I move hoes
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| Get it? |
| It’s simple, let my shinement show
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| When I say I’m gonna do it then I’m movin' it quick
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| Either fight and get money, or just doin' a bitch
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| I’m somethin' serious, like fuckin' on the period, 'sup
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| And since I’m always into everything, I’m Curious George
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| I ain’t a man with a yellow hat, bitch boy, never that
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| Skinny tall stick nigga, shit, I can handle that
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| Wanna be the most, so I toast with the best of them
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| When I get the dough in the shows, I invent in them
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| Got silla and a town full of Chinamen
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| And when I get to breathin' my fire, you thinkin' I am zen
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| Be up in your body but fuck it, let’s party
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| You got the Kosh, Underrated, and 1 Ton, you got me?
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| (Hook)
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| Verse 2: 1 Ton (Potluck)
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| I get my bros nice
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| And my shows hyped
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| This underground hip hop could use some soul, right?
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| I’m so tight, we’re respect it when I punch the mic
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| No dice, you wanna bet, I’m like nothin' nice
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| Ten years, 1200s, 2000s
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| 58s, full of 248s and four albums
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| The alpha and omega mozzarella cheese and the cheddar
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| Bottle up and doin' it, still gettin' better
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| Check the sound scans, and the source mags
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| We clutter 'round, hella high, haters so mad
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| It’s so sad to see connects turn to douchebags
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| We holdin' hands and bakin' cakes, so what, just show hands (come on)
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| It’s all great, we keep it movin' to the next town
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| The next goal, the next show, I got the next round
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| Royal flushers want them butts, I keep them West bound
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| So West side, the left side is how I gets down
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| (Hook)
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| Verse 3: Underrated (Potluck)
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| Yeah! |
| It’s Underrated on the track, yeah I’m back in this bitch
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| A maniac when I rap, they say I’m sicker than sick
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| I’m flippin' a bitch, but she got it on fly
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| I like my weed like my females, while standard is high
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| Puffer County in it, so you know how we get down
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| Got that fresh green weed, never hittin' the Chris Brown
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| Party like a superstar, stayin' this out
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| Never bust in a broad, when I bust it, I’m out
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| So key with it, so damn gifted
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| Flow like a pro, fashion knows when I’m lifted
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| Rather make beats to bang like East servin'
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| While you hatin', jack off like you’re PeeWee Herman
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| Battle me 'cause your girlfriend wanna straddle me
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| Actin' like a little hoe, straight douchebagery
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| Potluck and Koshir are the new kids, everywhere that we go people know — we is
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| (Hook) |