| I’m mixin' mango with vodka in my NutriBullet
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| Just 'cause Trayvon couldn’t I stay hooded (Uh), way hooded
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| Class of '96 freshman rapper
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| My little bro a trapper, we consorting with flappers
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| The Great Gatsby, dopest nigga out if you ask me
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| Before Chapelle got ripped and Larry was ashy (Uh-huh)
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| I watch hashish turn into dabs (Uh)
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| 420 friendly, let you burn in the lab
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| Im so concerned with the pad, pens, and bars
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| No glamorous shit, besides, Woman of the Year got a dick (Haha)
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| Take money, gone baby, gone like a stillborn
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| 'Cause I’m the future of rap, Nayvadius Wilburn (Let 'em know)
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| Let me get to the point, no goal tendin'
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| With no fucks given, 'cause I’m a rider I love women (Uh-huh)
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| Tryna meet Lana Del Rey and climax inside her
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| Then whisper in her ear, «Hail Hydra» (No doubt)
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| Do you see what I see? |
| (Uh)
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| Do you see what I see? |
| (Do you see what I see?)
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| Do you hear what I hear? |
| (Do you hear what I hear?)
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| Do you hear what I hear? |
| (Uh, come on)
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| Roll a lil' something (What), pour out some liquor (yeah)
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| Let it take effect and the results come quicker
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Quicker, quicker, quicker)
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| The results come quicker
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Quicker)
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| The results come quicker (Yeah)
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| Too many niggas auto-tuning, singing they whole verse
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| Thought that was what the hook was for, y’all need to soul search
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| Even got on TV wearing they ho skirt to win
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| Are you the type to be bisexual just to fit in? |
| (Yup)
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| In the end, I’m 11 on a scale of one to ten (Uh)
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| I spit, transcending whatever trends
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| I’m lit, you ain’t knowin' then nigga go ask a friend
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| (It's the task like a match I will strike again)
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| Right on God, anything less would be uncivilized
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| You still a Nazi if you sympathize (Woo)
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| The revolution won’t be televised, just 15 seconds Snapchats
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| Gats in MCM backpacks (Come on)
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| Stack a billion before Netflix and chillin'
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| Children of the Corn, watch my porn from the mirrored ceilin'
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| Glass sweat, the ice meltin', Jamo and ginger
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| I creep like a muthafuckin' ninja
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| Do you see what I see?
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| Do you see what I see? |
| (Do you see what I see?)
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| Do you hear what I hear? |
| (Do you hear what I hear)
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| Do you hear what I hear?
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| Roll a lil' something (Huh), pour out some liquor (yeah)
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| Let it take effect and the results come quicker (What)
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Uh-huh)
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| The results come quicker
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| Can you feel it? |
| (Quicker)
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| The results come quicker (Yeah)
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| Yeah
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| Ras Kass, Pete Rock
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| Uh, do you hear what I hear?
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| See what I see?
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| Ras Kass, «Soul On Ice Part Two»
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| Uh, salute, one |