| Yeah, yeah
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| Sensible J. times Dutch
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| Here come the drums
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| This right here is dedicated to any phoney homies who judge
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| But can’t look in the mirror, you suck
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| Uh-huh, look
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| I do not care about how I look in your Le Specs
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| Your vision of my street wear’s of no interest to me
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| I’m being myself, hence I’m being the best
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| I’m dope like shit you slip until you need antihistamine
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| And it’s been like that my entire lifespan
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| Like my right hand, I do me infinitely
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| When you got a light tan amongst white man
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| You’re gonna stand out, I don’t say that for sympathy
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| It’s fucked though, innit? |
| Talking ‘bout swag
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| Know that that’s not shit to him
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| Doc Martins and raw denim on my ligaments
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| If you’re not feeling it and want to take shots at the boy
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| Like George Zimmerman, eat a dick, huh
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| Nah, you’ll never see me faking a fuck
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| Can’t be cool if you copying what’s already hot
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| Plus you fuckers are making me sign to God
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| The way you fuckers try too hard, my Lord
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| Ah, fuck your opinion, 'cause no matter what
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| My team’s gonna continue to do what we do
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| We don’t care what you think, nah
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| Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just do what we do
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| Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art
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| That’s why you come last and we do what we do
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| We stay true to us, we keep on improving us
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| Ooh, we just do what we do
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| You know my favourite shit?
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| When you first start making shit and
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| Nobody cares but then it works and
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| And everybody’s got to add their two cents
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| Motherfuckers are shameless, huh?
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| They come at you, trying to drain you
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| Like girls when they take my cum
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| Then break you like interrogations done
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| By government agents at Guantanamo Bay, uh
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| All so they get a momentary power trip
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| A break from lives they can’t be proud to live
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| But if you talk shit to me, just know that
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| You dealing with an Iron Man like Rob Downey, bish
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| Wanna tell me 'bout rap, then I tell you like this
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| You didn’t write, buy, sign, or distribute this shit
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| So you’re not in your right mind if you think that this is
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| Church where you can preach or contribute to shit
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| I don’t know you, how the fuck can I owe you?
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| Answer me that, go ahead, I’m listening
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| Even my closest don’t go in on my vocals
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| So how come you can? |
| And why do you think I give a shit?
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| So next time you see me out at a function
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| Keep your advice and you keep your assumptions
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| 'Cause we’re keeping it hard as chilli enchiladas and
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| We don’t leave the studio until shit’s bumping, sucker
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| Ah, fuck your opinion, 'cause no matter what
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| My team’s gonna continue to do what we do
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| We don’t care what you think, nah
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| Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just do what we do
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| Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art
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| That’s why you come last and we do what we do
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| We stay true to us, we keep on improving us
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| Ooh, we just do what we do
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| I said, fuck your opinion, 'cause no matter what
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| My team’s gonna continue to do what we do
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| We don’t care what you think, nah
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| Go ahead, kick up a stink because we just do what we do
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| Your whole life is a farce, what we make is art
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| That’s why you come last and we do what we do
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| We stay true to us, we keep on improving us
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| Ooh, we just do what we do
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| Bouncing
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| Keep bouncing
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| Keep bouncing
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| Keep bouncing
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| Keep bouncing |