| I’m lookin' like I’m gonna get it, you probably don’t get it
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| I come in your house with a microphone
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| Lookin' like I’m 'bout to set up a show in your kitchen
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| I’m outta my mind but I feel like I’m in it
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| If I never make it, don’t make any difference
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| I’m still gonna kill it
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| You know what the deal is
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| Ain’t never no chillin' when I’m in the buildin'
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| NF is a monster, I am a villain
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| My music is sick, and you don’t know what ill is
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| You better get back, I don’t write any filler
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| I write what I feel and I’m feelin' a million
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| So you better shh, be quiet, you hear it?
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| I’m 'bout to lose it
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| I’m on a whole different level of music
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| Don’t treat me like I have no clue how to do this
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| You better rethink what you’re thinkin' and move it
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| Now picture me writin' when I was a kid tryna make it in music
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| I’m thinkin' it’s crazy
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| I spent all my money on studio time, tryna get on my music so people could play
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| it
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| I’m a keep it 100, my music was terrible
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| Learned to get better, the more that I made it
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| Go back to my Moments album
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| Most of you people, you probably don’t know what I’m sayin', hold up!
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| What you’re witnessin' now, don’t try to figure me out
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| I grab on that microphone, jawin' the crowd
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| They was laughin' at me, who they laughin' at now, huh?
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| I laugh at myself, some people they lookin' like, «Wow
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| The moment you told me that you was a rapper, I couldn’t believe it»
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| You believe it now?
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| Step in the booth and I murder it
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| You never heard of a rapper that kill it like I do
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| I sleep on the couch in the studio, stay up 'til 3 in the morning
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| And write 'till I get more
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| The moment I wake up I feel like I don’t even sleep
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| And I’m ready to put out my record
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| Well, thank you for buyin' it!
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| Maybe you burned it!
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| But either way, I’m gonna wreck it!
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| I look at the industry, look what it did to me
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| You’ll never make it if you never grind
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| You put a whole lot of money into it, you better be ready to give it your time
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| I look at the past few years of my life and I promise you I have been given it
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| mine
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| Try to keep up with this
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| I’m not a puppet, no string on my back, I’m one of a kind
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| Music is changing, no way to tame this
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| I am an artist, look what I painted
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| Hang up the caution tape, I’m dangerous
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| Does anyone know where my brain is?
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| Rappers are comfortable knowing they’re famous
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| But I really don’t care what your name is
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| And I really don’t care if I’m nameless
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| Y’all just drivin' around, I know where my lane is
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| Cocky? |
| Nah, I’m competitive?
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| This is a job for me, it’s adrenaline
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| Don’t try to box me in, I am Mayweather
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| I come in the ring, my punches are way better
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| I never drink but I live in these bars
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| The moment you blink is the moment you lost
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| Say you a king, who put you in charge?
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| Don’t care what you think, I’ll break in your car
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| Climb on the top of it, sound the alarm
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| And wake up the neighborhood, rap in your yard
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| And the carry the speakers on both of my arms
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| 'Til you keep sleepin' on me, I’m at large
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| Enough with the jokes, I ain’t jokin'
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| You come in a session with me I’m a show you what dope is
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| And when I say dope I ain’t talkin' 'bout smokin'
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| I’m talkin' 'bout music that has an emotion
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| I look at this mic, it’s part of my family
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| Take it away, I’m comin' to find you
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| I’ve been through a lot in my life
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| And it’s hard to get people to listen when no one’s behind you
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| And then Capitol came in the picture and gave me a shot
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| And look at it now
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| I look at the team I’m dealin' with, ah, these people ain’t playin' around
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| Lookin' back, I gotta laugh
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| I was in a whole different place a year ago
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| I look at the math, I look at the map
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| And thank you God, I swear it’s a miracle
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| And I’m sorry, but I gotta leave
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| But man, this track was beautiful
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| The least I can do if I murder a beat is take the time to go to its funeral |