| Got a good girl, she can’t make time
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| Got a bad one who can’t have fun
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| And she fall in love for the same rhymes
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| All of these people life fake lives
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| Your whole life is a great lie
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| You reminiscing over old money
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| And I’m on the grind tryna make mine
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| I’m so Jong and Ill, like the dictator
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| What I gotta do to make the quick paper?
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| These kid-haters are like 10 years old
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| But still claim to be big players
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| That shit will make me go
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| And I’m aiming high, and you aiming low
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| Got amazing rhymes and a crazy flow
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| And I may be, but I came to show
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| What I can do when I get on the mic
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| And I’m keeping it moving, you said I’m the hype
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| And I’m seeing it through in success inside
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| I don’t take it for granted with plans in this life
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| You set on the wrong, forgetting the right
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| Like, 2:00 a.m. in my head in the lights
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| Ahead of the best of 'em, in the
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| Go off to bed in the night
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| I’m getting it like I be livin' in first class
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| I know that you never will surpass
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| I’m getting the worst task for this burnt cash
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| Whenever I work fast
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| Remember the memos, and sendin'-and sendin' again
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| And again and again and it never will end it
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| And say it is splendid, but never relented
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| And every sentence I say is perfected
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| Take a deep breath, 'cause I need that
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| Most of y’all don’t even care what I’m saying
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| You really just like how I speak fast
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| My bars are meta, I got meta bars
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| With meta-eights and metaphors
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| You want better cores and better cars
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| But you don’t know what I’m headin' towards
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| Say that I am the king of this shit
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| Crazy rhymes, they ain’t thinkin' of this
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| Singin' and rappin', and makin' it happen
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| And makin' you laugh when I’m bringin' this shit
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| Tryna find the other way
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| Y’all just waiting for another day
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| 'Cause what other 14 year old
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| Is at 100K?
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| I’m- making the most of a crazier flow
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| So many ways it could go
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| I’m taking the throne and you chillin' and stayin' at home
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| I’m willing to make it my own
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| I’m bakin' my cake, and you know that I’m eating it
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| Even if staying up late is the needed bit
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| Reason is, stayin' the same, I’m just fleein' it
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| Leavin' my life while I’m seeing these seasons switch
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| Meaning, these people ain’t feelin' rich
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| Reach in the fire, I’m heatin' it
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| Pleasin' these liars, they’ve, they so now they’re receiving it
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| Agreeing to be a live without leading it
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| Flow’s so dope
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| I think it’s time that we take a break
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| We all make mistakes and play some hate
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| I got 808s here to save the day
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| 'Cause- I am on top of it
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| Lost in my thoughts and I gotta be stoppin' it, rockin' it
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| You know my flow is so dominant
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| Positive, confident, full of accomplishments, compliments
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| All of these offers is boring as fuck
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| Though I am not a part of 'em
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| Start a new part to the charts
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| And I gotta be sure this art is the star on the map when I’m starting it
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| Breaking it up, like cartilage
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| Flow is so crazy, it’s dope and you know it
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| I know that you hate to admit it
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| But really, this shit is the business, rhymes keep darkenin'
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| Under the radar, you don’t know what’s comin'
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| I’m comin' right up, and your bitch started runnin'
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| I found to be part of a little of something
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| Called love, and I guess that’s the art of it
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| I try to go slow, but it don’t work
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| I’m gettin' better, that don’t hurt
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| And you think I’m dead, and you’re sure
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| You’re salty and not kosher
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| Slave to the corporates and the owners
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| This is live and love
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| Call it Shrek, like the ogre
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| Hah, bitch, I have had enough
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| And I am sure I ain’t mad enough
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| Forgettin' the rest while I’m gettin' success
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| And I look at the numbers, I add 'em up
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| This chart is like a parabola
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| Thank you, Lord, for havin' up
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| And so, every day, I take one step up
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| Man, I am takin' the ladder up
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| A hundred-thousand, we get the plaque
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| Lookin' forward, not heading back
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| Remember what I had said is that
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| We ain’t givin' up, remember that
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| Hit me up when you done whining
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| I’ll hit you up when I’m done rhyming
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| Listen up, 'cause I’m combining
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| All my skills into one finding
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| We run rhymes, you know we do
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| We got the shit that we’re going through
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| These lyrics go over you
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| You don’t miss 'em, so you don’t know it’s true
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| 'Cause we in, and we’ve done it
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| Thousands, now we a hundred
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| Shoutout to Didac
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| And Momo and the others
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| Shit, I consider them brothers
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| Shit, I consider you all are my family
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| Shoutout to those who will stand with me
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| When all of the others abandon me
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| Drama, we move past that
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| I look at you with the last laugh
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| Better trackback, now I rap fast
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| So many skills in my backpack
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| Started off so terribly
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| Now all of these people compare to me
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| In the past, I-
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| Never an-ticipated where there would be
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| And seeya', so long now
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| Off to the end of the song now
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| See ya' next 500 and a million
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| It’s on now |