| I speak faster than I think, often
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| Times is hard for me to build with niggas
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| That get to talkin' like cheap plaster, awesome
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| Either I’m a deep bastard
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| Or as shallow as defeat
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| At the shore of the beach
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| Where you chill or you sink
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| After, sure, I got a lotta faults
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| But my lines ensure that I don’t break apart
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| I’ve got a lotta bolts
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| A few screws loose
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| You gotta be a little crazy when you makin' art
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| See, risk-takers get a bigger piece of the pie
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| Them other guys get a peace sign and depart
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| Residin' in the dark
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| I’m here to outshine
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| Is y’all up on a nigga? |
| Oh yeah
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| 'Bout time, go ahead
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| I’m 'bout mine cause I bout with my mind
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| 'Til out comes the prime
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| Example of a nigga that gamble the love of rhymes
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| And mixed up with the grind of a hustler in the park
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| Word to my pops
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| If y’all niggas in my way
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| I’m a motherfuckin' shark
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| And y’all niggas in my waves
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| I cut my braids
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| See me touchin' up my fade
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| A nigga sharp
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| I learned to play my part, cause I’ve been practicing my script
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| And as these bammers watch my flick
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| I hope they’re practicin' their praise
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| Cause I’mma take the crown like nowish
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| With prowess like mine, you ain’t gotta be afraid
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| I’m gettin' paid for my music, ain’t that a blessin'
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| A lotta niggas never got the ball, interception
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| See, I was tall, so I had to power forward
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| Behind me’s the sideline, and niggas outta breath and
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| I’m breathin' life into a game that I been playin'
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| It’s no question, young, I been sayin'
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| That longevity is key and as I stand alone
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| My legs tired, I think I’ll have a seat on the throne
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| Cause I’m rollin', I’m cruisin'
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| I’m groovin, I’m movin'
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| All too fast
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| (Let me slow it down)
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| All too fast
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| (Well let me slow it down)
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| Cause I’m rollin', I’m cruisin'
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| I’m groovin, I’m movin'
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| All too fast
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| (I slow it down)
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| All too fast
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| (Now let me slow it down)
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| Yeah
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| Oh, you wanna know which one I love more?
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| You or music?
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| I think that kind of question’s stupid
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| Imagine choosin'
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| Between somethin' I’m producin'
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| And you, that’s a win win to a loser losin'
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| I’d rather a twin, double you, girl
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| Lovin' you is like lovin' lootch
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| You my muse
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| Help me find a gem
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| Find a groove, like Sly and 'em
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| And if we don’t work out, it’s guaranteed I’ll be dumpin' you
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| Cause you the prototype
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| I’d rather hold the microphone
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| Than let you spend another night alone
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| That sounds cold as Minnesota nights
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| But to get this money that we spend
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| I’ve gotta spend another night in Rome
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| Another tour, another stage, another flyer now
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| I’m on tour, accumulate the frequent flyer miles
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| Pick a destination, I’ll take you to the top
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| From above the only time you can admire that |