| Man, I don’t get it
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| Why’s everybody in a hurry?
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| See, there’s a big difference between being hungry and thirsty
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| We know what we want, we just go about it differently
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| The hungry person work for it, the thirsty want it instantly
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| But they should know first that shortcuts don’t work
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| Word to Miley Cyrus and her fucking hairstylist
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| And no, this ain’t no diss it’s just a simile
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| Cause if you think this about her, then homie you ain’t really listening
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| I hope you’re getting it
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| I’m talking to these artists that spending they money boosting they numbers up
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| on the Internet
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| Y’all got it twisted, we forgetting what’s important
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| People buying fake fans, man I’d rather get some Jordans
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| And rock 'em for the real ones that’s coming to your show
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| They yell and say «what's up» when they see you on the road
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| Let’s get it in perspective for a second
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| If your followers are fake, then who the hell gon' buy your records?
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| Nobody, nobody, nobody
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| And understand that I’m sticking to my plan
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| Now I’m feeling like some royalty
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| Yeah, got me feeling
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| I swear to God, got me feeling like some royalty
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| Yeah, got me feeling
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| I swear to God, got me feeling like some royalty
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| I had a dollar and a dream, that was all I needed
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| Went from sitting in class to shows every weekend
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| Kept my foot on the gas, and now you know I’m beastin'
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| Believe that
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| Working hard so my mama and father can relax
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| So give me the mic and watch me kill this shit
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| Staying up through every night just so you feel this shit
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| Just give me a listen, it ain’t no gimmick boy, I live this shit
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| Couple bad bitches cooking up dishes where my kitchen is
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| Oh, what a feeling bitch
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| You gotta hate it
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| Invited to the VMAs and I ain’t try to make it
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| Cause I ain’t going till I’m motherfucking nominated
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| Only regret is I didn’t get to see Gaga naked
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| And now I’m saying «fuck a blogger, fuck a genre, and they limitations»
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| Fuck they meetings and they events and they invitations
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| Cause I don’t need that
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| No, keep my mind where my feet at
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| Ain’t nobody gon' stop me
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| Nobody, nobody, nobody |