| They like, Los, don’t give em too much for nothing
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| But nothings too much, these niggas doing too much of nothing
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| I’m hip-hop's doctor waiting to get it in
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| But these rappers like cancer, my patience is getting thin
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| They decoding my raps, I’m the coldest in rap
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| I raised the bar, like I’m working on my shoulders, my back
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| Niggas all in my lane, pulled to the shoulders and back
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| I came back to the show, just to show that I’m back
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| So nigga back to the show, I show my back to them haters
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| To show I kill em wit style, I’ll show you caskets of flavors
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| I Burberry a nigga, that mean I bury you burr
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| So cold I buried I bury a bear, walk away wearing a fur
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| Boy I’m outta this world, yall clowns to me
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| The man on the moon couldn’t talk down to me
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| I could box lightning, I mean box lightning
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| Cuz my gifts thats shocking so nigga stop biting
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| You will never ever, ever ever, ever ever
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| Find a, find another nigga like me
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| Noooo, noooo
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| They tried to one up me, cause I was 2 down
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| Made me the one up running before the sun up
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| Now no one could touch me, cause I’m too proud
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| I guess I’m way too down to be the one up
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| Nobdoy could back me down, nobody could shunt me
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| Since nobody backed me now, nobody’s in front me
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| No Roc Nation, no G.O.O.D. |
| music
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| But somehow I still rocked the nation with good music
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| No Maybach music, no Young Money co-sign
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| Sat in my cousin’s Maybach and daydreamed the whole time
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| Ambitious, ambitious
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| This nigga really got a Maybach, damn nigga
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| We hustle hard if your forfeit you die
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| 44 make fireworks no fourth of July
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| We from the inches where the 40 Cal. |
| shells flurry
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| And niggas set up with shot guns no Hail Mary
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| Only the frail worry, so what you worrying bout
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| I’m getting my turn in, I’m happy how I turned out
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| Do your thing young slim that’s dope
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| I’m just out here on the climb like the gym class rope
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| I’m one smile past pain, I’m one grin past hope
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| So I think I’m the shit long as I’m one cent past broke
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| I’d like to report a problem
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| You’re bout to explore an album
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| Disguised as a mixtape, thats hyped on some sort of valium
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| You’re likely destroy the volume button turning this up
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| For every time they turned me down, they had they turn and it’s up
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| And I hope that you learn that you suckas, suckas found they place
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| Go to whoever at the top I said the crown ain’t safe |