| Still on niggas I’m again
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| Back on my fuck everybody again
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| 'Cause they don’t give you your credit when your credit is due
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| But the hate come with it that’s inevitable
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| I’m very reputable
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| Big, black, dread-headed and professional
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| Still barely accessible, I’m tucked off
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| Y’all been sleeping on me and tucked in
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| On my way to the gold, The Adventures of Huck Finn (whoa)
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| You fuck niggas won’t rain on my rain
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| I’m the nigga with the leverage I’ll cut the supply chain (yeah)
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| My ambitions are as big as my frame
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| Changing lives with shit from my brain (yeah)
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| That’s telepathy, give a lil' game but the sauce sold seperately
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| Very old recipe
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| Never gotta lie when the truth is your specialty
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| 1 hunnid and I put that on everything
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| All my life I told myself I’d be this
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| Now I’m here I know they hate to see this
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| But it’s too late to throw your shade
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| It’s too late to sing your hate
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| You won’t rain on my parade
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| Because I’m forever lit
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| (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| (Yeah yeah yeah)
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| I’m forever lit
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| (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah)
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| (Yeah yeah yeah)
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| I’m forever lit
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| I’m forever lit, you never lit
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| Every day I’m dripping sauce, eggs benedict
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| I only lift a finger if I benefit
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| I need profit, I need hell-of-it, my footprint bigger than a elephant
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| To walk in my shoes, you like a clown
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| You walk with the weight of a ant, don’t hear a sound
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| And we don’t see you, that’s 'cause we don’t be looking down
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| And I’m the rarest civilian they ever found
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| I knew it all since Willard
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| A father figure sonning y’all watch you all get Ben Stillered |