| They think I’m doing this just for fun
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| I’m going in, I wanna be number one
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| Two’s a bad look and one I want
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| I’m such a G, I wanna be number one
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| They think I’m doing this just for fun
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| I’m going in, I wanna be number one
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| Two’s a bad look and one I want
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| I’m such a G, I wanna be number one
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| Ay, I don’t want the responsibility
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| I’m saving a dying culture from all the philistines
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| And still it seems I’mma have to be the party stopper
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| They say that once you in the zone, then it’s hard to stop
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| I’mma A class, ahead of my peers
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| I’m near the next weight class, I’m aiming for them harder boxers
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| I used to live in debt, now I resurrect the game
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| Till we all the living dead, deadly as a cigarette
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| Smoking while the Nicorette’s poking out ya shirt sleeve
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| These are my trophies, I deserve these
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| I bet my life savings if you heard me before your current favorite rapper
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| You diss ‘em and then encourage me
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| Despite my proper way of speaking, I’m feeling prejudice currently
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| ‘Cause Laws Brown like Murphy so I gotta be number one off my etiquette
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| Parade with confetti through the land of the confederates
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| Look, I’m number one, zero don’t count
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| Dracula when I bite into this bitch, you see the blood come
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| I’m on one, you wack rappers y’all on two
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| Yeah motherfucker I said it so what you gon' do?
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| My city, I’m the one in the town
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| I’m the king, matter of fact, I’m loving the crown
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| Nigga, it’s Top Dawg, we the best is the pound
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| West Coast motherfucker, know you loving the sound
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| Now number one that I am, hit your town
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| Take your bitch down up in the Hyatt
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| You see some ranches, know that I pull my bulls out
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| Keep heavy metal like Uncle Jesse off Full House
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| A train on tracks, heavy on fire, I’m too dope for y’all so don’t try it
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| I ain’t the one to be dissing, if I’m the one that you dissing
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| You gonna be missing with them vicious, nigga I’m the one
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| I want my mama watching TV and seeing me dressed up
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| Living out my dreams, looking so clean in my pressed tux
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| And to make it happen, I’ll keep on beating the rest up
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| Overeating like I’m dreaming of being the next Pun
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| Or is it the first Laws rather be a trendsetter
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| Thinking you a boss ‘cause you people steady spend cheddar
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| The way you fake cats steady put on an act
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| I’mma have to put on a mask and be rap’s V for Vendetta
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| You so scary that you scare me to sleep
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| My voice high, making any comparisons is weak
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| The second after I drop, I hope your carelessness will cease
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| ‘Cause you’ll have to run it back and start comparing them to me
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| I wonder if you got a fan that’s not inebriated
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| I’m the best period, your plans just got abbreviated
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| For anybody that does not know me as Laws
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| You can call me Simon ‘cause your song and dance is not appreciated |