| I don’t slip, I don’t back down
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| I don’t trip, I come back 'round
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| I’m already sick, I put masks down
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| I might rap joust, it’s my cash cow
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| I don’t spit with my ass out
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| And make rap sounds with my pants down
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| I take cash mounds that they pass down
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| You ask how? |
| 'Cause I branched out
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| Out with the facts or perhaps
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| I should play along and adapt and relax
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| I should make a song and distract with an act
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| And an act when they sing 'til I swing with an axe
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| Ask about what I bring
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| To the table, my name 'cause it ring
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| What I play for? |
| Collecting them wins
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| Connecting them strings
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| Obsessing, obscene
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| I don’t wanna waste by the waste
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| And await opportunity
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| What I know is innate
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| So I ate what they threw at me
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| Niggas wanna escape
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| Pray for immunity lasting
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| But there is no vaccine for coonery
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| Cooped in the house from the outset
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| I don’t need a vouch or an ounce of your clout
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| Yet, I don’t need to shout or announce when I bow
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| Take your girl, tell you how I treat a bitch like a house pet
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| How stressed?
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| You seem to be at my progress
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| You seem to leave when it’s hard press
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| I see beneath the sub-context
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| Ya’ll chasin' hoes like a contest
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| The concept seems out of date and so foreign to me
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| Ya’ll juvenile, I’m ignorin' your plea
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| I’ve been torchin' the streets, it’s four hundred degrees
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| Ya’ll like the harbor, go run the police
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| My summaries' like a fungus and weed
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| I’ve been infected with Fuck You Disease
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| If you run up on me, I will hurt you and squeeze
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| Ease with a vow but I doubt you infallible niggas
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| Won’t need to bow, better scowl with your lateral
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| I was never aroused by you roused and compatible rap things
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| What you’ve been asking is laughable
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| Impractical
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| I did my best to look past the bull
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| You niggas follow what masses do
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| Where should I send this new casket to?
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| What should I let my new passion do?
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| You passin' through
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| I set up shop, I’m not shoppin' no deal
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| I know they watch, I don’t knock me a pill
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| But if I keep the profit, my pockets gon' build
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| What I’ve been building is due to return
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| When acknowledged, no ceiling, I’m sealing your urn
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| I’m too honest with women, they feelings get burned
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| If I feel a concern, I don’t reel in my words
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| Ain’t reached the peak and I’ve been on the verge
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| Ain’t lose no sleep and I don’t feel discouraged
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| Master my craft and I laugh at you nerds
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| If I ration my words, you are half of my worth
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| Searchin' my feed just to feed curiosity
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| I’m an anomaly, I’m elite, what you thought of me?
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| Whether you do believe, leave the discography
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| Lasting, if it’s the last thing you bought from me
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| Atrocity
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| That’s what my soul is, it crosses me
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| That’s what you hold as I stomp the beat
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| You a asshole colonoscopy
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| You can egg both from across the street, it cost a fee
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| I know the price and it’s probably too steep
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| I know that pride is what got you this deep
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| But if I get a shot then my squad is gon' eat
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| Yah |