| Yeah, we don’t wanna do anything to scare your children
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| That’s the last thing we wanna do
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| Dumb
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| Dumb
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| I’m no longer a prospect
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| I’m what you call a veteran, a legend man, I’m a prophet (Huh)
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| You ain’t no artist, you’re what I would call a concept
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| Made to inspire gossip like Shade Room or like Bossip
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| Welcome to the Grammy’s where your likeness is used
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| For promos, hypeness and views, okay, I hope that you knowin'
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| That if you voted, you might as well’ve not voted for no one
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| They knew when they made that category where that trophy was goin'
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| All this industry shit is (Dumb) there ain’t no middle class
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| Raise yo glass, here’s to classism
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| Either you a rich ass nigga or you’s a bum, there ain’t no in between
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| Sinners sell they souls, angels sell they halos and they wings
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| I had dreams of fuckin' a R&B chick
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| Then I found out that R&B chick already had a dick
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| Already slept with your favorite rapper, aren’t we sick?
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| You start as a artist and turn to alcoholicking quick
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| This shit is (Dumb)
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| Man I wish I would let a nerd who work at Interscope
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| In a coat by Kenneth Cole, consult me about my image, bro
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| I’m the best rapper out this bitch
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| Except the only catch is that I’m in this ho
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| Oh (Dumb)
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| They so dumb (So dumb)
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| And nothing that they do is new
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| They so dumb (So dumb, yeah yeah yeah)
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| Oh (Dumb)
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| They so dumb (So dumb, so dumb)
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| They ain’t foolin' me or you
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| They so dumb (They so dumb, so dumb)
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| Let’s bring the punches back
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| You see them fake woke niggas that had to come to that, mm
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| I love promotin', elevation and a space that all my brothers at
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| And why I’m lyin'? |
| I be turnt up to these mumble raps
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| Watch who you comin' at, don’t be (Dumb), uh
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| This where Confucius started thuggin' that, uh
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| This Metro Boomin' mixed with Thundercat, uh
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| That’s where my niggas gain they muscle at, uh
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| Somebody eatin' off your plate, how you gon' stomach that?
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| 'Cause of that, all my niggas is (Dumb) like how we get to this year?
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| Man I turn basic into intricate, I kill you with my simple shit
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| No tweetin' when we kickin' it, don’t tell me what you finna get
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| Silly, you could drown without a membership
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| Watch who you swimmin' wit (Dumb), it’s ten of us ridin' up on the city bus
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| Sittin' here tryin' hit for the scripture like it’s Leviticus
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| Tacklin' reality, prayin' that it don’t injure us, uh
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| I love my niggas but it’s really us
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| When we gon' notice that we so-?
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| Look at what you’ve done, messin' with my faith, yes
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| You think that I’m so dumb, no, I won’t be the one (I won’t)
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| Bullets from your tongue, shootin' 'round my way
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| Tryna kill me off for fun, no, I won’t be the one
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| Look at what you’ve done, messin' with my faith, yes
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| You think that I’m so dumb, no, I won’t be the one (I won’t)
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| Bullets from your tongue, shootin' 'round my way
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| Tryna kill me off for fun, no, I won’t be the one (Dumb) |