| I, I see you with your palms in your pants
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| But me, me, oh me, I got the world in my hands
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| I make it spin on my finger, I’m a critical thinker
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| I’m a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker, yeah!
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| I, I see you with your palms in your pants
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| But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
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| I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I’m a critical thinker (yeah)
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| I’m a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
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| I know your name, yeah
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| Your name is unimportant, yeah (haha!)
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| We in the belly of the beast, yeah
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| And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn
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| Uhh, I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
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| Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award
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| You can save your bullshit on your memory card
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| If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed
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| Jumped on the celly, called Makaveli
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| He say he was gravy, I say I was jelly
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| Looked in the mirror, said «You's an ill nigga»
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| Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga
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| Now I think I’ll have me a coffee with six sugars
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| In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers
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| I’m tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked
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| I’m shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets
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| Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude
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| The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin' shoes
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| Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to
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| But I just built a house on I Don’t Give a Fuck Avenue
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| I, I see you with your palms in your pants (haha!)
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| But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
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| I make it spin on my finger (yeah) I’m a critical thinker (yeah)
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| I’m a hell of a smoker (yeah) and a bit of a drinker (hey!)
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| I know your name, yeah
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| Your name is unimportant, yeah
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| We in the belly of the beast, yeah
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| And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn
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| Uhh, down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed
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| Life is a gamble, better check the point spread
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| And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head
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| I’m so sick of these niggas, I need meds
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| Uh, smoking on that hallelujah, thank you Jesus
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| Help me focus on the future and not the previous
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| Double R, I’m a rebel with a reason
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| Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon
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| Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees
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| Underground shit, I see myself as a seed
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| Living in the glass, and everybody’s looking
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| But how can you get the picture if you don’t know who took it?
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| This current affairs, but who the hell cares?
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| Everybody’s fighting over positions, musical chairs
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| On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares
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| I’m just fucking ready so I come prepared
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| Yeah I know your name (hey!) yeah
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| Your name is unimportant, yeah (listen mayne)
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| We in the belly of the beast, yeah
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| And she thinking 'bout abortion, damn
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| And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
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| Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair
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| A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
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| But since it is in disguise, we don’t know that it’s there
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| And I, see you with your palms in your pants
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| But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
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| I make it spin on my finger, I’m a critical thinker
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| I’m a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
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| I know your name…
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| As it is, shawty |