| I take my time with it
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| I take forever, so sick of work and that clever
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| Let’s skip ahead to the next
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| Pushin' my own limits
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| I make it better
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| Ain’t no one touching my future
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| Ain’t no one fuck with my old shit yet
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| Ain’t shit inspiring since last we met
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| Can’t forget that Doomtree crew got style
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| We spit that space cadet
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| That dumb that make that place forget
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| They worry
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| Let they reason wiggle clean
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| We coming bent with a smooth criminal lean, on some
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| At ten a pack might as well resort to robbery
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| While rappers try to act like they labels advance 'em money still
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| And acting rich in a shaky and fake economy
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| Might make the indie kid at the awards show snatch a chain and peal
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| Yeah!
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| They front so hard them fuckers
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| They can’t even look in my eyes
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| Nah
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| They on some nonsense, we on some nonstop!
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| Simply put 'em on some over it, underwhelmed. |
| Cigarette
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| Bark at some fully afflicted nerds trying to mixed martial art me
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| Shit. |
| Can’t go two blocks
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| All you do is win, huh?
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| Boner jam, spam, let 'em spar with that?
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| I’mma lash at 'em. |
| Animus cannibal, pugilistic I spit
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| Future unwritten, let my pen wrangle it
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| Manhandle nonsense, Can’t fake away your fangs, sucka
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| Lean but you don’t stand, past to fade, cause you can’t hang
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| I came to play, I came to rock
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| I came to stay, they came so soft
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| Can’t look away, my rock is off
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| Out the box, in your iTunes, out your mouth
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| In with the next shit, out like a getaway car
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| Yeah!
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| They front so hard them fuckers
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| They can’t even look in my eyes
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| Uh
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| They on some nonsense, we on some nonstop!
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| Yeah! |