| Fuck you, pay me what you owe
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| I sweat harder than those
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| Who got handed money cuz their birth was landed
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| My girls dancing on the pole
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| Got some moves I’d kill to know
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| Hauling paychecks in
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| Brushing up on Dickinson
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| I want a life where I can be who I like
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| Look at me
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| Looking back at me
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| Recognizing who I see
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| I want a life where I flaunt the facts I like about me
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| No one tells me off
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| When I’m exactly who I want
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| You’ll pay us what we’re owed
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| We work as hard as those
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| Making hella dough
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| Cuz their body’s status quo
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| Boys polishing their toes
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| Come on over we can hoedown with Sally H
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| Horoscope’s anticipating the next life
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| We’ll act the ways we like
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| Look at me
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| Looking back at me
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| Loving everything I see
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| A life where the gifts I thought were mine aren’t prescribed by a gospel law
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| I build the me I want
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| Oh boy, when I was a tyke what a doofus
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| I thought I had to live my life like the cool kids
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| Now I got a little pride, call it hubris
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| Deuces if you want my rhymes for some goose eggs
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| Cuz who says that you can’t make dope art and go far? |
| Blowhards with no bars
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| They troll hard like old guard Moltar
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| But I’m a star, I’m a pulsar
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| I be wanting hard wood floors, a couple hardcore tours
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| I don’t care about the whips, though I’d like four doors
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| And I don’t care about the dish though I’d like four course
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| Cuz I write dope bars over tight four-fours
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| Yeah I never sweat it, just try to make it manifest
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| Lovin' on my fam, no Oedipus, lovin on my fans, all ten of us Nah that was said
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| in jest
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| Even though I’m messing there’s a lesson
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| Sadie said it best
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| So pay me what you owe
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| I’ll spar until it’s so
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| Coming into powers
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| Girls on the microscope see the truth about you trolls
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| Intrinsically, you were born as good as me
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| I’m coming into powers |