| Baby back, ayy,
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| Couple racks, ayy,
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| Couple Grammys on him,
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| Couple plaques, ayy,
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| That's a fact, ayy,
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| Throw it back, ayy,
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| Throw it back, ayy!
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| And this one is for the champions,
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| I ain't lost since I began, yeah!
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| Funny how you said it was the end, yeah!
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| Then I went did it again, yeah!
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| I told you long ago, on the road
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| I got what they waitin' for.
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| I don't run from nothing, dog,
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| Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low.
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| You was never really rootin' for me anyway,
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| When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say,
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| "He don't run from nothin', dog."
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| Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over.
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| Uh, need a, uh,
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| Need to get this album done,
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| Need a couple number ones,
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| Need a plaque on every song,
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| Need me like one with Nicki now,
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| Tell a rap nigga, "I don't see ya", ha,
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| I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, ha,
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| I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, ha,
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| But these niggas bitches like Madea.
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
| (Yeah)
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| Ayy, oh, let's do it!
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| I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit,
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| I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me,
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| You call me Nas, but the hood call me Doobie, yeah!
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| And this one is for the champions,
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| I ain't lost since I began, yeah!
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| Funny how you said it was the end, yeah!
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| Then I went did it again, yeah!
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| I told you long ago, on the road
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| I got what they waitin' for. |
| (I got what they waitin' for)
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| I don't run from nothing, dog,
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| Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low.
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| (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one)
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| You was never really rootin' for me anyway, (Like, ooh-ooh)
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| When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Like, ooh-ooh)
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| "He don't run from nothin', dog."
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| Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over.
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| My track record so clean,
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| They couldn't wait to just bash me,
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| I must be gettin' too flashy,
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| Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me. |
| (Woo)
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| It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay
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| And these girls know that I'm nasty, (Mm)
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| I sent her back to her boyfriend
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| With my handprint on her ass cheek.
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| City talkin', we takin' notes,
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| Tell 'em all to keep makin' posts,
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| Wish he could but he can't get close,
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| OG so proud of me that he chokin' up while he makin' toasts,
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| I'm the type that you can't control,
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| Said I would then I made it so.
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| I don't clear up rumors, (Ayy)
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| Where's y'all sense of humor? |
| (Ayy)
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| I'm done makin' jokes 'cause they got old like baby boomers.
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| Turn my haters to consumers,
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| I make vets feel like they juniors, (Juniors)
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| Say your time is comin' soon but just like Oklahoma, (Mm)
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| Mine is comin' sooner, (Mm)
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| I'm just a late bloomer, (Mm)
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| I didn't peak in high school, I'm still out here gettin' cuter, (Woo)
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| All these social networks and computers
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| Got these pussies walkin' 'round like they ain't losers. |
| (Losers)
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| I told you long ago, on the road
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| I got what they waitin' for. |
| (I got what they waitin' for)
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| I don't run from nothing, dog,
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| Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low.
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| (Bitch, I ain't runnin' from no one)
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| You was never really rootin' for me anyway, (Like, ooh-ooh)
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| When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say (Like, ooh-ooh)
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| "He don't run from nothin', dog."
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| Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over. |