| I see the look in your face, nigga, you mad
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| I wear it out when I cop it 'cause I’m in my bag already
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| Jumped off the porch, I go out and get it, no, I never ask
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| I don’t need your permission
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| I don’t need your permission
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| Ayy, I don’t need your permission
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| I’m in the game, I know it’s a game of inches
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| Back in the day she catted on me
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| Now my DM is overwhelming with bitches (Woah)
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| Hop on a flight to New York
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| Chop cheese when we in the city
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| Stiffarm all that faux love
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| If it’s real love, show a couple titties
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| Papa told me when I get to Harlem, slide to 126 and Lenox
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| They gon' try to gentrify your legacy
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| Fascism, classism weaponries
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| Still two step, new step to my own melody, uh (Ooh-woah)
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| You can’t kill what’s real, it’s too heavenly, uh
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| My eyes too wide, I see the maze like I’m Frankie Beverly, uh (Ooh-woah)
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| I play it chill, I see the real, niggas in jeopardy (Ooh-woah)
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| Niggas just wanna live, wanna ball
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| Where we from we ain’t have nothin'
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| Fuck that shit, we want it all
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| Mix up the caramel frap' and the Adderall
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| I got the game from the coach and then pass it off
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| Movin' like AC transit, all in traffic
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| Now all the Bay watch like Hasselhoff
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| Graduated, cap and gown, and then took the tassel off
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| And really went outside, I’m really outside, yeah
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| I went up on my downtime
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| Went up on my downtime, yeah, yeah
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| On all of my down
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| I see the look in your face, nigga, you mad (Nigga, you big mad)
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| I wear it out when I cop it 'cause I’m in my bag already
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| Jumped off the porch, I go out and get it, no, I never ask (No, I never ask)
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| I don’t need your permission
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| No, I don’t need your permission (Oh)
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| I see the look in your face, nigga, you mad (Nigga, you big mad)
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| I wear it out when I cop it 'cause I’m in my bag already
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| Jumped off the porch, I go out and get it, no, I never ask (No, I never ask)
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| I don’t need your permission
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| I don’t need your permission (Oh)
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| Nah, I don’t need your permission
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| I’m in my own race, I’m settin' the pace
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| A nigga in pole position
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| And you in a poor position
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| I’m smokin' that potpourri
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| When I’m in Queens or overseas
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| It make no difference, nigga, nah
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| This is some shit that I owe to me
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| I don’t need no one to oversee, understand that
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| Flew to Sudan and I brought the sand back
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| Straight from the mud, I want all the land back
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| Invest in my destiny, sands of time
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| Worth more to me than a dollar signed
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| You niggas stressing to make a bag back
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| I just blew that and I hockey sign
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| Half the time I be in the moment, tryna stay in it longer, my nigga
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| It’s gettin' harder to balance my wants, needs, aspirations, and karma, my nigga
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| I had to face it, it’s just me and myself, and the circumstances made me
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| stronger my nigga
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| No longer in need of your validation
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| I guess I’m the bad guy, I had to face it
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| Look, shit
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| I took my shit and heat for it
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| Y’all niggas swear we got beef for it
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| I don’t do beef, I’ma destroy it
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| Quarter million for each lawyer
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| I am a star, but don’t reach for it
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| Burn you niggas like the keef
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| I put it all inside a leaf
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| I made a choice and took a leap
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| I see the look in your face, nigga, you mad (Nigga, you big mad)
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| I wear it out when I cop it 'cause I’m in my bag already
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| Jumped off the porch, I go out and get it, no, I never ask (No, I never ask)
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| I don’t need your permission
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| No, I don’t need your permission (Oh)
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| I see the look in your face, nigga, you mad
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| I wear it out when I cop it 'cause I’m in my bag already
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| Jumped off the porch, I go out and get it, no, I never ask
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| I don’t need your permission
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| No, I don’t need your permission, oh |