| [Intro]
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| Stopper, to every DJ, dem haffi talk to me proper
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| Mi come a dancehall, mi a go kill you with di lingua
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| Galang Cutty Ranks 'cause you full up of a stamina
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| Anyweh me go, Lord, a roots and culture
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| One man me praise, a di Almighty, Jah Jah
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| Jah Jah give me strength and him give me di power
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| That's why Cutty Ranking, full up of stamina
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| Come a dancehall, mi a go kill you with di...
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| [Verse 1]
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| Yeah, used to wanna be a superhero
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| Flyin' round with a cape catchin' bad guys
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| Now my head underwater
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| But I ain't in the shower and I ain't gettin' baptized (No)
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| To the good and the bad times (Bad times)
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| All the cuts, broken bones, and the black eyes (Black eyes)
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| Young motherfucker with a mad mind
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| Made a couple million off of rap lines
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| Y'all can’t tell me nuttin' no more
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| Came from the basement under that floor (Floor)
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| You don't come close, you don't even know I'm the G.O.A.T
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| You don’t need to know how I go
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| 'Cause I know what you want
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| All I wanna do is the most
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| Backflip off the rope, sky hook when I'm in the post
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| Yeah, my girl too clutch to choke (Hmm)
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| And I ain't callin' it quits
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| You can build a wall with your bricks
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| While I keep talkin' that shit, it's like this (It's like this) (Hmm)
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| Liquor still in my cup (My cup)
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| Get faded when I wake up (Wake up)
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| 'Cause everything is too much (Too much)
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| So what? |
| (So what?)
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| [Pre-Chorus]
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| Woke up this mornin' with a bright idea (Smoke)
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| Maybe I can exist forever right here (Let it run)
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| Yeah (Mmm-hmm, yeah)
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| Hmm-hmm-hmm
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| Hmm, hmm
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| [Chorus]
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| Okay, okay
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| Well, I'ma be here for a while, longer than I did expect to
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| I was out of town, gettin' lost 'til I was rescued
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| Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
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| But I never run out of jet fuel
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| Well, I'ma be here for a while, longer than I did expect to
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| I was out of town, gettin' lost 'til I was rescued
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| Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
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| But I never run out of jet fuel
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| [Verse 2]
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| Hundred-twenty on a car that I don't whip (Woo)
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| I don't even pull it up the driveway
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| Throwin' up shots like I don't miss (No)
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| Never put a limit on the high stakes (No)
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| Try to pull my card, tell them, "Go Fish" (Woo)
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| You ain't gonna find a lie in my face
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| I pick it up and let it go quick
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| They wanna get pussy from my—(Uh-oh)
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| Yeah, I don't say nuttin' that I don't know
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| Jumpin' out the womb wearin' Polo
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| Everybody wanna jump in, but I'm old school
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| Lone wolf, take 'em on solo, yeah
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| I don't need nobody (I don't need nobody!)
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| I don't need to be nobody (I don't need to be nobody!)
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| I'm just doin' my thing
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| Kick it at the crib, I don't see nobody, no
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| So over there with that bullshit
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| We don't need it on this side (This side)
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| I'm pullin' up in that new shit
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| You always whippin' that dick ride (Dick ride)
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| I demand your respect
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| I won't share my connect (No)
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| Let's get this clear, I am here
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| I don't care who got next, young vet (Goddamn)
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| Feelin' like they forget, I let it slide, this time
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| Like twenty-five years I've been high and no less (Yes)
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| Shit, I know, I don't guess
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| Rather glow, I won't stress
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| Better say that shit with your chest
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| [Chorus]
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| Okay, okay
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| Well, I'ma be here for a while, longer than I did expect to
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| I was out of town, gettin' lost 'til I was rescued
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| Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
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| But I never run out of jet fuel
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| But I never run out of jet fuel (Jet fuel)
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| Well, I'ma be here for a while, longer than I did expect to
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| I was out of town, gettin' lost 'til I was rescued
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| Now I'm in the clouds, come down when I run out of jet fuel
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| But I never run out of jet fuel
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| But I never run out of jet fuel (Jet fuel)
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| [Part II: Now Is Only Now]
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| [Outro]
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| Fate in your hands
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| While you're waitin' for me
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| I'm already there
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| Fallin' in deep
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| Now is only now
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| Head back to the ground, dear |