| Corny niggas, they comin for me
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| Yelling at me, running at me
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| Mink coats, pink throats
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| Weak quotes, low hopes
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| Anti-dope, filthy? |
| nope
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| Play a part, never sharp
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| Fame’s their art, game on stop
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| Euro-centric, zero pimpage
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| To rags they only is ascendin'
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| Uninventive, an invention
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| Forgot they lynched us, never meant it
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| Rented flower, scented sour
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| Blemished, gone, finished
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| Get all up in it didn’t
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| Niggas should’ve quit it
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| I can’t believe we drove this far
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| And this is who you really are
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| It cut, but it won’t leave a scar
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| You’re corny, nigga
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| My hand’s so flush you’ll have to fold
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| The played out rhythms that you told
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| For all the priceless things you sold
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| You’re corny, nigga
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| Corny niggas, they follow suit
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| Advance, they will swallow truth
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| Hollow, shallow ballers queue
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| Of white shit, they’re in hot pursuit
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| Clones on phones, sniffed out drones
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| Never made they bones
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| I know to make they wealth, they’ll break they self
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| All vapor, stand for paper
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| Music capers, love they haters
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| Desire the jealous, buy their lovers
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| Crying fronters, lies and coverups
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| Self-promoters, slippery-slopers
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| Speculate, hella-hate
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| Be full-steady, I’ll eat ya plate
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| Bound by fate to get there late
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| Conjecture and postulate
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| Around this ilk, you’re never safe
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| Get slapped up in they fucking face
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| Look, just because you stole some glow
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| And each and every thing’s a show
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| Don’t mean the trill won’t let you know
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| You’re corny, nigga
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| You’re spiritually blasé
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| Your revolution’s so passé
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| And at the end of every day
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| You’re corny, nigga |