| Lately my attire been fire, I’m in my case
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| In and out of meetings, my dancing shoes on a break
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| Talking stakes over overpriced steak
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| I’m well off, I should be used to it but I ain’t
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| I’m still eating out the hands that I marry to say the grace
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| Sitting across the engines of LA
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| Ticking off the stereotypes they sing about and say
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| And turn them into fanatics by time they collect the plates
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| Most of 'em say what they wish to say
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| Some of them don’t wanna get offensive so they let the question ricochet
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| I spit the answers anyway
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| I talk like this 'cause I listen to Weezy everyday
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| Might walk like Tip 'cause that’s who I, I rep today
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| Might drip like King Slime, I mean, King Slime
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| 'Cause I got me a check today
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| Money in my pants, I got credit on demand
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| And I mean that in every shape, form, Sega game or bank
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| Way that I be switching whips
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| You’d think I know how to bake
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| Way that I take all this love
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| You think I don’t know it’s fake
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| I know what my haters look like
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| 'Cause I seen a cobra’s face
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| Won’t ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I know Oprah face
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| Won’t ever use my skin as an excuse 'cause I seen Hova face
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| Won’t ever let nothin' that’s got a skin to take Jehovah’s place
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| Pushing through the pain for my soldier’s sake
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| Push the button now if you don’t know your place
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| Lately my attire been fire, I’m in my case
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| In and out of meetings, my dancing shoes on a break
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| Talking stakes over overpriced steak
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| I’m well off, I should be used to it but I ain’t
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| I’m still eating out the hands that I marry to say the grace
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| Sitting across the engines of LA
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| Ticking off the stereotypes they sing about and say
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| And turn them into fanatics by time they collect the plates |