| Ready?
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| Yeah
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| I was told by god to bar rap
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| I thought he meant go to bars, buy bottles and all that
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| As far back as I care to remember I been very stupendous
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| Birds flockin', coppin' furs, watching canaries pigeons
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| I reinvented after I quit and buried the image
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| Uncle Joe told me «take care of your business»
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| Hoes know me, I’m the only nigga famous in the D, you still the C
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| On the block ballin', ask her am I callin'
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| So you know my bitches wide bodied
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| My whip is wide bodied
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| Religion, god got it
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| I walk up in here like:
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| This is my party
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| Getting these hoes' numbers like
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| This is my calling
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| My calling
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| Easy to be criticizin' the music, comparing number
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| Or making America great again, wearing rompers
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| I ran bundles for that clown, I can’t mumble
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| Or stand stumble, I sat down, I stand humble
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| PHryme
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| Take the boxing gloves off
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| Hand 'em for the god
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| We do it for the music
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| 'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat
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| PHryme
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| Take the boxing gloves off
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| Hand 'em to the God
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| We do it for the music
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| 'Cause I rise to the top, then I lay it down flat
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| I’m what you call a boss
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| I buy the booth then do the toast
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| I don’t flock though, I inspire the youth, do the most
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| Lemon pepper wings from Hooters flow
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| The coolest though
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| I swing on you quick if you missed you the hoe
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| I come from the school of hard knocks, only the students rose
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| Sippin' from a calist that’s Michigan College, blue and gold
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| Feel like I belong here, though I’m labeled as garbage
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| A ballplayer was maybe my calling
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| Maybe I was made for tricking dollars and misbehavin' in Starlit’s
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| Breaking a misses heart with her sister and maid of honor
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| She’s conflicted 'cause she watches me go out in the streets, and lose the very
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| same respect
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| She witnessed me making honor
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| And I got all this stuff, but I’m stuck being alcoholic bruh
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| All mixed up, like Aunt Jemima
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| My pants cost a thousand
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| They made by designers with names I done forgot 'cause I can not pronounce them
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| And all my bitches wide bodied
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| My whip is wide bodied
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| Religion, god got it
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| I walk up in here like:
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| This is my party
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| Calling my sidechick up like
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| This is my calling
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| My calling |