| Bitch, I did it, I made it, I’m loved and I’m hated
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| I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
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| They say, «Drink to your accomplishments,» so every night I’m faded
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| Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related
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| You’re my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? |
| (The other side)
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| Well, I don’t know who told you that (My mama)
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| Well, she fucking lied
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| Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
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| Cut it up like it’s cocaine, shake up
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| All the streets with all these beats
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| I body beats, I’m not discreet (Per-Per-Perfect)
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| This is how I feel on the inside
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| All you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide
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| You worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter
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| You gots to get it through your head
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| You won’t ever get no handout
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| Fuckin' with your ass, it’d be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect)
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| My flow increased, my dough increased
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| You know I leave them all deceased
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| I am a fucking beast, I’m from the East
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| I keep the peace, don’t need a piece
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| But I keep a piece, got it, capisce?
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| That boy gon' eat, this is a feast
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| Once I release, I’m smokin' trees
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| I bought my shit, I don’t need no lease
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| So fuck you up like Master P (Perfect)
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| This shit right here a masterpiece, I’m comin' in hot like the police
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| Shooting my shot like the police
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| All on the block like the police, man, who gon' (Stop, stop)
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| The police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin' streets, man?
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| (Fire, per-per-perfect)
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| Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspirations behind
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| his production style |