| I move with peace and Igbos
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| For any rappers tryna play the hero
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| For any peasant tryna play Debo on some tough guy shit
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| I’m not a tough guy, bitch
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| You mad 'cause the girl you wanna fuck sucked my dick
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| You were a high school loser, now a bitter adult
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| I handle your karma myself, that’s a quicker result
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| Raisin' money to kill me 'cause y’all be poppin' the pills
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| Take the money, save the money for your hospital bills, bitch
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| They think it’s sweet because my skin tone
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| Little bitch, I been known
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| People that extend beyond my zipcode
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| Copie role Old National highway
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| Spelled it out for out-of-towners comin' at me sideways
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| Old Nat
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| I can’t want for them to get you
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| Y’all stalkers studied up on me, can’t wait for them to test you
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| Old Nat
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| I’m unassumin' so you’re unprepared
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| I might make them film it, show the world you’re fuckin' scared
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| They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
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| They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
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| They’re tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
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| 'Cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that
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| Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
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| Somebody gon' end up hurt
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| Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
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| I promise I see every word
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| Yeah, I got big and your bitch is the proof
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| I got bigger when the media twisted the truth
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| These insecure grown men that I’ve never met
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| Y’all don’t have a cause
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| If people like me don’t exist, y’all don’t have a job
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| You a bitch, you probably got fucked in the pen
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| You still a bitch, you just got stuck with a pen
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| Fuck the clickbait, political bitch-made journalists
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| Y’all like pussies, smell like fishbait
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| I dictate my hours, how 'bout you?
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| I made four million in four minutes bitch, how 'bout you?
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| Like a Final Four moment that I’ll never forget
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| I wore a fuckin' T-shirt and then I cut through the neck
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| I win
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| We’ll never meet, you’re not rich enough bitch
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| All your disses don’t reach, you’re not big enough bitch
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| Y’all be dissin' for the clout, that’s how poppin' I am
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| One phone call, this phone is like a Glock in my hand
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| They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
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| They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
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| They’re tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
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| 'Cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that
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| Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
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| Somebody gon' end up hurt
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| Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
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| I promise I see every word
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| Yeah
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| This whole nation is so shaken by the approach taken
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| My soul is exposed naked, 'm blatant, I’m so brazen
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| That’s why I’m the most hated, runnin' on low patience
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| I’m road pavin', screamin' truth until my throat’s achin'
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| No chasin', after shows hoes waitin'
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| Y’all careers keep failin', study mine, start note takin'
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| Carvin' my name in the game in both
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| Nowadays, a hundred thousand dollars feels like no payment
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| So jaded, real gold, I used to wear gold-plated
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| That’s when I was located and my come-up broke phase
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| I’m on a new chapter, turnin' back to those pages
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| It’s hard bein' so famous, I can’t be in both places
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| Judgin' both stages
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| The most that I can do is show traces
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| All I ask for in return is just go where the growth takes us
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| I propose a toast to those who don’t condone fake shit
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| Game is full of squares, I’m just here to reshape it
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| Mixin' up my message, stop trying to rephrase it
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| Listen to the truth, stop trying to translate it
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| This is coming from a winner, trust me when I say it
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| You’ll never be a main act if you can’t maintain it
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| And to the people threatenin', makin' bold statements
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| I got people that love the sounds of fists flyin' and bones breakin'
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| Your green room’s just a box, they gon' catch you, no fakin'
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| They’re the kings of fuckin' people up in small and close spaces
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| Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
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| Somebody gon' end up hurt
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| Stop playin' with me, playin' with me
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| I promise I see every word
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| They want me to shut the fuck up, fuck that
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| They want my talent, my nuts tucked, fuck that
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| They’re tryna get me to hate me, fuck that
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| 'Cause y’all can’t ever ever play me, fuck that |