| Alright, come on
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| Oohhhhhhhhh
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| Come on…
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| I know I sound a little different on the radio,
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| But don’t be mad, I’m just doin what they pay me for.
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| I find myself constantly thinkin «what they hatin for?"but I know…
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| It’s cuz I made it to the top and,
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| I ain’t never stoppin, can’t nobody bring me down…
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| Need a fire from a flame, now watch me change the Game,
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| this gonn be how they cool me down…
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| Ooooooooooooohhh
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| I’m burnin up, when you hear me on the radio, gonna turn it up…
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| It’s the ulti-imitated, but never duplicated…
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| Wonderin why these niggas hatin, but it’s probably cuz I made it…
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| And the top is such a lonely place,
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| Like everywhere that I go I can’t help but to see a phony face,
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| Cuz the same ones doubt me,
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| when it comes bout me, get the fuck around me now…
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| Roscoe Dash goin straight to the top,
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| cuz I’m so turned up and I can’t turn down… I swear its…
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| It’s all I know, I grind hard, and I know it shows,
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| But it’s all I know…
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| Come on…
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| I know I sound a little different on the radio,
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| But don’t be mad, I’m just doin what they pay me for.
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| I find myself constantly thinkin «what they hatin for?"but I know…
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| It’s cuz I made it to the top and,
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| I ain’t never stoppin, can’t nobody bring me down…
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| Need a fire from a flame, now watch me change the Game,
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| this gonna be how they cool me down… |