| I’m the newest ni**a on the squad
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| You know that I got something to prove
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| Show the city I ain’t nothing to f**k with
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| And show the people I ain’t intend to lose
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| See I’m the one that rap about my problems
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| And how pride is just another pill to swallow
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| My famo, oh, they call me Kweku Collins
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| And you can call me your new f**king problem, f**king problem
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| We gon' send it up
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| Send it up
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| Send it up
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| Send it up, bwai
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| Send it up
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| Send it up for ya
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| Send it up
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| Send it up
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| And Ima send it up
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| For my city
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| For my squad
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| For the people that done made me who I am, ya see mi?
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| Baht!
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| One in the air
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| For despair
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| For the heartbreak hotel hoes I ain’t paid
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| That is
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| Maybe just a metaphor
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| Ahead of the matador red flag
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| I already hear you wavin
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| It’s, A beautiful tapestry
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| Gallery, showcase of all the joy in our galaxy
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| Until I got the whole world sayin YAH YAY
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| I promise
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| I ain’t gon rest
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| No rest for the wicked
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| It’s ride or you die
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| Baby who are you ridin for?
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| Say get down to lay down
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| And stay down
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| If you don’t run with the new love
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| And yeah
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| I’ve got somethin to prove
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| And a whole world to lose
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| I be if i ain’t win the war
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| I’m the newest ni**a on the squad
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| And therefore, bwai, I got something to prove
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| Ima send it up and start a fire
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| If you ain’t wit the movement
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| Bwai you better move
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| Ima keep the flow simple for today
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| Cause I can’t keep the smile off my face
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| Say all that glitter isn’t gold fasho
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| But long as you got love, you’re golden, oh I say!
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| I say
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| I say all that glitter ain’t gold
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| I know you know
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| You know
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| But the sun shines so bold
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| I know you know
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| You know
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| Yah yay |