| Yeah, think they gonna use me
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| Why did God have to choose me? |
| Yeah, uh
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| That’s how I feel sometimes
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| Swear they all wanna lose me, yeah
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| Swear my life is a highlight reel
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| Swear my life is a movie
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| Red dot on my forehead
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| Put that all on the new me, yeah
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| Yeah, I’m too late (Too late)
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| Y’all taking shit too far, uh (Takin' shit too far)
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| Had to drive back in a cab, out the window, uh
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| I was looking for a new car, uh, yeah (I was looking for a new car)
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| Lookin' for a new life (New life)
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| Lookin' out a new lens (New lens)
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| Lookin' for a new me (New me)
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| Lookin' for a new Ben, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Looking for a new Benz, yeah
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| The red dot, it kills me, the red dot, it heals me
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| I think I need new friends (Yeah)
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| Like, that ain’t the real me, swear, that ain’t the real me
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| I’m followin' new trends (I am)
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| Did whatever who said? |
| (Who?)
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| The red dot, it kills me, the red dot, it heals me
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| Go get me a new lens, yeah
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| Y’all are too fake, like my mouth hurts (Haha)
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| But if you’re for real, then that’s way worse (True)
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| These days, I do not believe in the real or the fake
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| If that’s you, then that’s you that I found first (Yeah)
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| Fuck all that justification, I’m done bein' patient
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| Like, what the fuck? |
| Why are you comin' and hatin' (Why?)
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| And telling on me, like we up in the station?
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| I swear they all want me stuck under the basement
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| I slipped into quicksand (Yeah)
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| Just tryna get up from the pavement, uh (True)
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| Fell in at thirteen (Uh huh)
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| Just tryna get one for the ages (I am)
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| I’m up on a scaffold (Huh?)
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| Just tryna get up on the stages (Heh)
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| I feel like an asshole
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| For tryna say, «Fuck all the cages», uh
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| But I was too late (Yeah)
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| Taking shit too far, uh, yeah (Too far)
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| Had to drive back in a cab, out the window
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| I was looking for a new car, uh, yeah (I was looking for a new car)
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| Looking for a new life (New life)
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| Looking out a new lens, uh (New lens)
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| Looking for a new me (New me)
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| Looking for a new Ben, uh, yeah (New Ben, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I keep on double-tappin', and they love the rappin'
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| And they love the action, and they love distractions
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| But we hate the comparison
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| Parasitic, they’re a critic, haters are my therapist (True)
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| Can’t connect the dots or Connect Four (Haha)
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| To be honest, I just wish I could connect more (Yeah)
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| But I can’t connect a phone to my Bluetooth
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| So how could I connect the youth through my YouTube?
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| Red dot
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| They playing games, like the Xbox
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| Price on my head, what my head cost?
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| Ice on my neck, what my neck cost? |
| Oh (Ice, ice, ice)
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| So I gotta flex a lot
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| At least seven times, or the record stops (Mmm)
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| And if you make one mistake
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| They’d pull the trigger, like, I’d be better off, uh, yeah (Uh, shit)
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| I got too much shit I wanna get across, uh (Uh)
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| They don’t wanna see me get my message off, uh (No)
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| They don’t want that, but they want this, uh (Uh-huh)
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| I am not the waiter at a restaurant, huh (No)
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| Lot on my plate, if that’s the case
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| I better hit 'em with the extra sauce, uh
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| Everybody’s aimin' at me
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| But they only shoot they shot when the boy finally get a shot, uh (Yeah)
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| Put that red dot on my head, yeah
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| Just take a shot and I’m dead, yeah
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| I can’t be talked off the ledge, uh
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| I might just fall off the edge, ooh
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| Everyday, you wanna play
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| I wanna make, you wanna take
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| I wanna give you my life
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| But you stalkin' it for the mistakes, yeah
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| Red dot
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| Camera better get that head shot (Head shot, shot, shot)
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| You dead wrong
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| If you think that I could press pause, uh (Yeah)
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| I’m like, «Stop!», they like, «Nah!»
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| They like, «Let's watch»
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| Red dot
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| Camera aimin' at my head- pop!
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| Red dot
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| I just wanna be
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| One of them
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| One of them
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| Yeah, I been here so long, four months on a song
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| Just to throw that shit all away- been like that all along (Yeah)
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| 'Cause the expectations rise with the numbers, but it’s still one,
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| I’m the only one
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| Gets under my skin and tears my bones apart, no Napoleon
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| I press upload and unload, tryna' tell the story that’s untold
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| Getting downloads when I’m down low, tryna' keep up the household
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| I’m seventeen, they like, «How old? |
| He’s washed up! |
| He’s about old!»
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| «Name a single rapper he’s outsold!» |
| (Yeah) «It's a 'No' from me», like Cowell,
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| uh (No)
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| Better say, «Cheese», better say, «Please» — «Fuck that song, man,
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| better make these»
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| «You been down? |
| Better take these:» — «Better wake up» — I’ma stay sleep
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| Used to wake up in a blissful existence
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| Now, I wake up in the morning like I’m wishing I didn’t
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| Oh |