| I’m a goat, I’m a beast, I’m a menace
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| Paranoid, I ain’t been asleep in a minute
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| Car full of smoke, can’t breathe when you in it
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| Pockets turn green, all I’m eating is spinach
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| 25 like a young Vince Carter
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| The world pissed off, now that the Dump’s here
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| So I double my investment and cut my losses
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| And I’m sorry if a motherfucker come off hostile
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| I’ve been trynna find a way to relax
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| I’m the villain now, I been in the cake and a mask
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| F it, I’ma cover my whole face full of tats
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| And I’ll fit in with this new generation of rap
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| Nah, I’m gettin' too ahead of myself
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| Chain hanging 'round my neck like a wrestling belt
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| And my money so long, I need a separated account
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| Gang squad at my show’s trynna figure me out
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| «Look at all the tattoos, is he some sort of gangster?»
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| «Look at all the scars, I heard somebody shanked him»
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| F 'em all, I’ma do my thing
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| I’m on a top now deciding on who I’ll bring
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| I be in my own lane
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| Ridin' in my own lane
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| I just do my own thing
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| All be on my own
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| (And I ain’t never worried 'bout y’all)
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| I be in my own lane
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| Ridin' in my own lane
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| I just do my own thing
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| All be on my own
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| (And I ain’t never worried 'bout y’all) |