| Like, Like
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| Mountains and peaks, valleys I been through
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| The landlord telling me come through, rent due
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| Since you seem to have it all figured out
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| Next month while you coppin' one, cop' me a Benz too
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| They all think just because rhymes being laid
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| That niggas getting paid, when I struggle like you do
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| Put out more product and it’s better than labels move
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| Meet the frustration that I never gave into, Nigga
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| Lauryn ain’t crazy, just dont know what she been though
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| Complaining bout radio, my nigga, got no room
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| Cause niggas wit opinions dont support you on itunes
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| Listen, my soul mission was to rap and get paid too
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| Be someone that these little girls look up to
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| Now I see the game for what it is, a big chess move
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| Playing my cards all how they was dealt
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| I won’t blessed with the money so my movement ain’t felt
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| Nigga, smoke and mirrors, look in the mirror
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| Telling myself, «self ain’t you glad your shit is imperial?»
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| I rule everything around me the C.R.E.A.M
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| Get your dollar, dollar bills yall this game is all a scheme
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| For control and being sold is a backwards kinda thing
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| They saying I’m the future so I’ll never waste my ring
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| And not answer my calling to be your daughter dream
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| My train of thought rapid, Im just blowing esteem
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| Putting fear in these rappers all proclaiming they king
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| If Maximus had a wife, then to Rome I’d be queen
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| Believe me, frontin' niggas gimme heebie jeebies
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| Believe me, frontin' niggas gimme heebie jeebies
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| Believe me, frontin' niggas gimme heebie jeebies
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| Believe me, too many of you frontin for TV
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| Only real live niggas get respect easy
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| Believe me, frontin' niggas gimme heebie jeebies
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| Believe me, frontin' niggas gimme heebie jeebies
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| Miami beach, ain’t seen no water yet
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| Heavy on mind like Avirex, I X’d
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| Out distractions, to be the rap rim
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| Goal that they tryna reach if you needing some evidence
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| You can ask 9th, address like residence
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| I’m nothing like these niggas we separate, I’m Evelyn
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| I spazz out like ex-wives to ballers
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| You wanna feel something? |
| Then you know who to recommend
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| Jamla the squad in present tense, the team
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| Like Dream of '92 that they prayed to the reverend
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| To rebirth a nation, water distilled
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| So, when she break water spill, catch the flow like Jacqueline
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| Onassis, the curse and the gift
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| Canibus, take notes to you niggas that’s battling, nigga
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| Whats beef? |
| Cattle and javelin
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| That shit ain’t real nowadays, niggas just actin' it
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| Zulu the real, the nation I rep
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| Keep medallions round my neck like the belt post accident
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| Kanye West, walk with Jesus my way
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| How you really all should pray if you knew what was happening
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| Yo, forget the name, they never can do
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| Twenty years still touched cuz the flow so passionate
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| Like prayers up to Jehovah when traveling
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| Protect me from rap foes and all the fake rap men
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| Believe me they souls is paper thin, for paper when
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| Heart ain’t gold, I dont find you rich like Solomon
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| Rap three times nice like the number of wise men
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| Frontin' niggas juke 'em every day like Heisman |