| I’m dedicated, the definition of dedication
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| Wrote this whole record while I was levitating
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| Sittin' in my room with the pen and paper, I’m innovative
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| They’ve been afraid of me since I was a second grader
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| I’m the kid on the playground momma told you to never play with
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| There’s levels of music — and I’m in the elevator
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| Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
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| But you don’t know the brand by now, you better get educated
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| Take both of my arms, rip 'em out of sockets and seperate 'em
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| Forgive me, yeah, I know I get animated
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| Don’t matter, I still write a better record than yours without a hesitation
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| Never been more motivated
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| Just look at all the minds I’ve opened and penetrated
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| See, I am the voice of all these kids that think things but never say 'em
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| That’s why they come to my shows wearing the NF hoodies and hats low like we’re
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| carrying weapons
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| Put the controllers away, it’s game over
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| I promise I’m way colder
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| The fans keep saying that they’re hungry for new music, well that’s pretty
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| convenient because I just made a plate for 'em
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| And now I’m hearing none of y’all are saying
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| I just sit at the keys feeling the music
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| Got me thinking I’m Beethoven
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| The game needs a makeover
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| If you’ve been waiting, the wait’s over
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| You ain’t notice, y’all about to witness a takeover, I’m home!
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| Yeah, they waiting on me to match that
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| The emotion I had in the last one
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| But if I don’t, they gonna tell me that I’m losing my passion
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| If I do am I repeating my actions?
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| Yeah, look, «How Could You Leave Us"is massive
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| There ain’t nothing I can write that’ll match that
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| My biggest fear writing this record wasn’t putting out trash
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| It was disappointing myself and the fanbase
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| Now I want you to picture me
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| I’m in a hotel rapping, crying on the floor of the bathroom
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| Staring in the mirror, my room, hand shaking playing «How Could You Leave Us»
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| through the speakers on my iPhone
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| Trying to figure out if I’ma always feel the way that I feel
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| Or maybe someday I can learn to be happy
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| Or maybe I can’t be, 'cause if the music ain’t emotional enough are they gonna
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| call me a has-been?
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| Pain’s always been the root of my music
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| If I cut it off, how am I supposed to keep growing
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| If I let it go, won’t my whole career be in ruins?
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| That’s when I realized this whole conversation is stupid
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| I never cared to impress people that don’t even know me
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| I just write what I feel, somehow it started a movement
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| Trying to enjoy a career but I don’t know how to do it
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| When I spend all of time my being afraid I’ma lose it
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| But then I figured out the reason they follow me
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| The reason the why these fans surrounding me
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| It’s not 'cause I’m a «Rap God»
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| I don’t need you people to bow to me
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| All they ever did was doubted me, now everyone’s proud of me
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| Acknowledge me or not, you ain’t ignoring the following
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| I’m just teaching 'em something they couldn’t learn in they colleges
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| This is for the kids feeling like they live at the bottom and every day of they
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| lives looks like it’s darker than Halloween
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| Yeah, you ain’t alone out there, look around you—we got a lot of fans in here
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| Couple hundred thousand, that’s what we did last year
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| Listen to Intro 3, trying to kill my fear
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| They’ll get that in a minute
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| We about to shatter the critics
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| I am a savage admit it
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| A lot of baggage I live in
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| That’s why the passion is different
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| Really don’t care if they get it
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| We’re only three records in it, and this is just the beginning
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| I’m home!
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| Real music… |