| What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name?
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| Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change
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| Still me and my homies and we all the same
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| Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame»
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| What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name?
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| Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change
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| Still me and my homies and we all the same
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| Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame»
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| Sellin' records on a major label
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| But I’m still movin' like I’m independent
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| Still respected like I’m independent
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| I’m just talkin' my shit so don’t get offended
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| Bitch I been invented this real
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| Been the same since my deal
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| If you try to say that I’m changin'
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| Wait for the album, see how you feel
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| My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
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| Music on another level, yeah I’m tryna take this shit further beyond Ye
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| I just might fuck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I’m Beyoncé
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| Got a couple million in the bank right now
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| But I want my zeros beyond Jay
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| Counting money like Rothenberg, VC
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| Paid a price to be me
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| Ain’t it nice to be me?
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| Ain’t it nice to be free?
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| Do what you want when you wanna do it
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| On the real, it ain’t nothin' to it
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| Young man on his Alan Watts
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| In a bookstore with my pocket watch
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| Wifey, goin' hard with the squats
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| Life good so they take shots
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| That’s childish, I hate shots
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| I’ve been at it, Rattpack, get that shit tatted
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| Fuck with me on Snapchat
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| Talk shit and get clapped back
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| Only carry-on is my backpack
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| When I jetset like a war vet
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| What up
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| What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name?
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| Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change
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| Still me and my homies and we all the same
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| Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame»
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| What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name?
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| Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change
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| Still me and my homies and we all the same
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| Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame»
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| Everybody know I’ve been at it with this rap shit
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| Fuck around with this trap shit
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| But this next album is a wrap, shit
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| My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
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| Music on another level, yeah I’m tryna take this shit further beyond Ye
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| I just might fuck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like I’m Beyoncé
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| Got a couple million in the bank right now
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| But I want my zeros beyond Jay
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| I want my zeros beyond
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| I want my zeros beyond Jay
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| That shit they talkin' beyond fake
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| Fact 'em right now he beyond fake
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| I’m a take a minute and get in it so you know I’m in it
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| This right here my house, you the tenant
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| Everything that happens, I intend it
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| Every word that you hear, I invented
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| I’ve been living like a king
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| I ain’t worried 'bout a thing
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| I’ve just been bumpin' that
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| This why your girl on a sling
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| That’s the type of shit I bring
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| I’m doin' this for the fans, so they can turn up in my absence
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| Started a channel, already made a hundred grand off of AdSense
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| I ain’t do it for the money though
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| I don’t do it for the money though
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| Shout out to Kid Cudi though
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| That’s the homie, you already know
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| What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name?
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| Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change
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| Still me and my homies and we all the same
|
| Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame»
|
| What the fuck you mean you ain’t know my name?
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| Only thing I changed, I ain’t got no change
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| Still me and my homies and we all the same
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| Still me and my homies, screamin', «Fuck the fame»
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| I don’t give a damn, I know who I am, tell 'em
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| I don’t give a damn, I know who I am
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| Yeah they talkin', but I’m gettin' money for me and my fam
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| This shit ain’t that super deep
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| Nah this right here just the jam
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| This right here the jam
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| This right here just the jam
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| This shit right here jam
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| This my jam
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| This shit here the jam |