| All black, that’s just how I feel today
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| Conversations with myself, that’s a real debate
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| Young fire, can’t you feel the flame?
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| Don’t hate the player, hate the fact that I’ma kill the game
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| Yeah, they hate the fact that I’m just still the same
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| Funny how I left the roads just to build a lane
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| And I’m forever cold but I still feel the pain
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| Tell 'em don’t get involved, you might get killed today
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| Welcome to the new gen
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| Funny how sometimes the new friends can be the real friends
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| You should mind your business, I know dragons in a few dens
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| It’s like a whole family camping, them niggas too tense
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| Shit, I see through them
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| All these dudes transparent, call 'em Bruce Jen
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| I can pull up on 'em like a few reps
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| Couldn’t walk in mine, 'cause they’re new creps
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| I don’t play, boy, but I’m Hugh Hef
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| I’m the future, I can make Ciara 1, 2 step
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| You ain’t got ties, you’re from loose ends
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| Young fire, young fire, I’m with the new Wretch
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| I can build you up to bring you down, that’s a zooplex
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| I’m a top man, H&M will tell you who’s next
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| When I’m motivated, you know how crazy the booth gets
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| I’m spitting like the crooked tooth Ghetts
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| I grew up where the tooth fairy gives you two pence
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| They told me enter the dragon, I said I’m hung back
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| What a time to be alive, I made the crowd jump, man
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| We was on the road selling speed, they couldn’t bump man
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| Come, we hit up children in need and give the funds back
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| Run to you for my Ps and tell you run that
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| I’m carrying girls who ain’t packing, I call them rucksacks
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| Come, we have a shoot out, baby, I buss, you buss back
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| Underground rappers, take the bus back |