| They flexing for the pictures
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| But they stretching like a pitcher
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| Especially about the bitches
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| You don’t see the type of wild shit that we do
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| But that’s a separate issue
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| What if I don’t wanna change?
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| What if I don’t want the fame?
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| What if I’m afraid?
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| Different page, same story
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| Wrote you this book to say I’m sorry
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| And once you read it then you’ll know me
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| But trust me baby that was all me
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| Cause I ain’t even spell check it
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| Been touching down so many places I should have the NFL records
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| I don’t need to spell check shit, ay
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| Never sell myself to sell records
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| She just wanna party, I can’t really blame her
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| That’s just how L.A. is when you young and famous
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| Everybody want it, and I can’t really blame it
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| Just please don’t let it change you
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| Cause I’m not here to save you
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| Never edit for someone else’s credit
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| That ain’t the message I’m sending |