| Yeah
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| Sounds like some shit you could sip some scotch to
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| Smoke a cigar
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| Haha yeah
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| Yeah
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| The lights are gettin' bright shinin' on my face now
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| Is it from the stage or from the cage I call my place now?
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| Cause I been buried deep in double lifes and cherry trees
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| Pickin' fruits from my labor, chiefin' berry weed
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| The music carries me in hands made of pastel
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| Way too many crooks tryin' to get inside my castle
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| Get the fuck out, I need a cup now
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| Fill it up with novelties the hollow me is drunk now
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| Exotic women chronic spendin' under treetops
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| Safe from the chase to be great then the beat drops
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| They say the beat knocks, classic like Pete rock
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| Bounce like Dre, I’m high off life, I need a detox
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| Cause all this livin' fast has got me out here sipping
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| Past my limits, tequila in my glass but I’m not finished
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| I’m just sippin' slow, fallin' fast, different hoes, don’t call em back
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| But if I do then I’ma fall in love until the seasons pass
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| I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that
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| Do you like this or do you like that?
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| Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back
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| I call it payback for your bitch ass
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| I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that
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| Do you like this or do you like that?
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| Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back
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| I call it payback for your bitch ass
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| Cold ice in my glass, slow nights, livin' fast
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| Arts and crafts, the only class I ever passed
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| See my craft is my art, my rap is my heart
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| My swag is all aboard so my flow is a la tart
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| From the start I was a prostar, a dope bard with dope bars
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| The Mozart that flows hard, on those beats, he go hard
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| It’s hard to find so don’t argue mine
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| 'Cause tryin' to grade my art is just a loss of time
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| Yo' time that is, I’ll be buyin' the cribs
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| You’ll be tryin' to figure out whose line that is
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| Wayne Brady, the game shady, screamin' pay me
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| In Mercedes with your lady Hailey playin' the ukulele baby
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| Wavy, broke problems can’t phase me
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| Let me go mama, no, commas can’t change me
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| So look, mama, the world is ours
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| 'Cause life is but a show and we’re the stars
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| I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that
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| Do you like this or do you like that?
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| Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back
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| I call it payback for your bitch ass
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| I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that
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| Do you like this or do you like that?
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| Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back
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| I call it payback for your bitch ass
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| My sentiments are infinite I kill it every sentence
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| Not to mention my intentions cause i’m fuckin' never catchin'
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| Any feelings, keep my head up to the ceilin' with my eyes low
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| Pride keeps me high though, dim down the lights so
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| We can light up the night, we won’t give up the fight
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| Underrated and jaded and my mind already made it
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| It’s my time and I been patient, just been rhymin' in the basement
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| With this time and in this placement, so take it, I’m 'bout to break it
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| How she make me hard then make me soft?
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| Slow it down a little, when in the middle, I stay calm
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| Remember times I had time to get my cake on
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| Now only thing that’s on my mind is gettin' my cake on
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| How ironic I’m on it, pimp shit
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| Young pale mothafucka walkin' with a limp, bitch
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| Ya’ll all stale, suckers pay your rent quick
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| Im a lieutenant, you’re a tenant, better get this
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| I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that
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| Do you like this or do you like that?
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| Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back
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| I call it payback for your bitch ass
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| I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that
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| Do you like this or do you like that?
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| Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back
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| I call it payback for your bitch ass |