| They told me feel what you say
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| And say what you feel
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| Being fake up in these songs
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| That was never the deal
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| So fuck that
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| Motherfucker fuck that
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| And I never been afraid of something in my way
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| So if all you got is hate
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| Well all I gotta say is fuck that
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| Motherfucker fuck that
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| And all that bullshit
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| Gimme the mic, I hold it tight in my hands
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| Spittin' it right, livin' the life, it’s only right that I am
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| I know that
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| And I’m glad you feel it
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| Old habits die hard, bitch ask Bruce Willis
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| Cause see, this is my life
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| I’m just doing what I got to
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| And everybody from your hometown is tryin' to knock you
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| Fuck that, I ain’t even tryin' to hear it
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| All I make is party music, you should listen to the lyrics, motherfucker
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| What’s success without the struggle
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| Everything change when you start to get your buzz up
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| Talk behind your back with everybody and they mother
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| But she should know not to judge a book by its cover
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| But none of this is news
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| Same people speculatin' and all about how I went to Duke
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| Truth hurts, bitch
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| You’ve been talkin' shit your whole fucking life
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| All I need is two verses
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| They told me feel what you say
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| And say what you feel
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| Being fake up in these songs
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| That was never the deal
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| So fuck that
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| Motherfucker fuck that
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| And I never been afraid of something in my way
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| So if all you got is hate
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| Well all I gotta say is fuck that
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| Motherfucker fuck that
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| Well fuck it I’mma be real
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| These other dudes are borin' me
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| Feelin' fantastic, there should be like four of me
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| Made a couple hundred, well that was just reportedly
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| Got a lot of women so I spread them out accordingly
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| These comparisons are made too often
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| Tryin' to run the game, they just Christopher Walken
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| Started makin' music in my friend’s apartment
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| Now I’m gettin' bigger and bigger like Kelly Clarkson
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| I beg your pardon, oopsie daisy
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| Went to get the Range, but the coupe was crazy
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| So they had to hate it
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| Same people shake your hand are fuckin' mad you made it
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| But look, that’s why your middle finger close to your ring
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| Cause it’s either love or hate and there ain’t no inbetween
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| Nah mean?
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| No rest on the road to success
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| Cause the pain of hard work hurt less than regret |