| Since day one I’ve been getting it
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| I ain’t spitting gibberish
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| I just spit the realest shit
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| That’s why they can feel my shit
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| Yuh, and I’m limitless
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| Run it like a business
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| I ain’t leaving witnesses
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| I just keep on getting it
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| Yuh, so meticulous
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| Spitting out these images
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| Traveling these distances
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| Just so I can win it big
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| Yuh, and they feeling it
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| I just keep on dealing it
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| Jack pot, stealing it
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| Haven’t hit the ceiling yet
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| Yo, it’s the chronicle
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| Lick it like a popsicle
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| Everything is comical
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| Nothing left is logical
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| Yeah, biological
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| Maybe diabolical
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| They say psychological
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| That don’t mean I’ma stop it, no
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| Yuh, economical
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| Thinking technological
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| Thinking philosophical
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| Drinking like an animal
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| And writing shit that’s flammable
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| Writing shit that’s tangible
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| Writing hits like, damn, that flow
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| They eat 'em up like cannibals
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| Spit just like a fighter
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| I’ma spit just like a cypher
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| You can call me MacGyver
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| 'cause I’m winning, spitting fire
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| Making hits, I ain’t tired
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| And this life got me inspired
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| Man, this caffeine got me wired
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| I’m gon' take what I desire
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| If you with us, then you hired
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| Against us, then you fired
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| Dedication is required
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| As I’m rising up, get higher
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| Man, the view is getting nicer
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| Like a girl, oh man, I like her
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| Always felt like an outsider
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| Now my reach is getting wider
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| I hit 'em with a little bit of this and a little bit of that
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| And a little bit of tricks and a little bit of tracks
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| And I wanna get a little bit up in the middle when you hit 'em
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| With a lil' jingle like a baseball bat
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| She wanna mingle this and that
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| She said she single, that’s a fact
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| Sending signals here and back
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| She said that she loves my track
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| I leave and she follow
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| All up in my condo
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| Take it off pronto
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| Assisting like I’m Rondo
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| Uh, baby, Congo
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| Encore bravo
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| Fold you like a taco
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| I blast off Apollo
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| And I’m nasty
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| Can’t get nothing past me
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| Dirty like the backseat
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| Got a question, ask me
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| Uh, ever lasting
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| You know that I’m passing
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| All these boys I’m waxing
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| My flow got 'em collapsing
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| I been setting records, boy
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| You can call me Guinness
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| Spitting flow like a cancer
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| Some call it a sickness
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| And I got all the answers
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| Baby, come and get it
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| Yeah, she said she ia a dancer
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| Wants me as a witness
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| One wish, yeah, I grant her
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| I’m the best she getting
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| She can call me commander
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| 'cause she better listen
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| I’m just playing, this is banter
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| She likes when I’m spitting
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| She said, I’m like a panther
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| 'cause I’m always winning, yeah |