| Hi, hi, howdy, howdy, hi, hi!
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| While everyone is minus, you could call me multiply
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| Just so you know, yes, yes, I’m that guy
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| You could get five fingers and I’m not waving «hi»
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| Guess I’m never-ending, you could call me pi
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| But really, how long till the world realize
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| Yes, yes I’m the best, fuck what you heard
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| Anything less is obviously absurd
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| Haters get the bird, more like an eagle
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| This is my movie, stay tuned for the sequel
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| Seems so wrong, seems so illegal
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| Fellas in the back like a foul-ball free-throw
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| Yep, yep, you know that I go
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| This is me on the regular, so you know
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| This is me on the regular, so you know
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| I come with the tip, with the blow, with the boom
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| And if you’re in my way, there’s nothing but doom
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| Ain’t got no time for you ratchet-ass goons
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| And just settle down, listen to my tunes
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| Ever since I was eight I was attached to the mic
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| Wanted a guitar before I wanted a bike
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| Had an Epiphone, fuck a Fisher-Price
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| Never see the sun cause I’m up all night (What)
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| Really, really? |
| Really, really?
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| You want to talk shit but you know that I am illy?
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| Illy to the fullest, you can call me cancer
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| No multiple choice, cause I’m the only answer
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| Ain’t got no wallet, only use rubber bands
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| You know my chick is ratchet cause that’s what make her dance
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| You wanna get at me, but you don’t stand a chance
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| And if you wanna fuck, yes you can
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| Haters get the bird, more like an eagle
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| This is my movie, stay tuned for the sequel
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| Seems so wrong, seems so illegal
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| Fellas in the back like a foul-ball free-throw
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| Five-foot-ten, about a buck twenty
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| Skinny as a rod but still won’t fuck with me
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| Wise ass nigga, you’d think I was 50
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| But I take your 50 after you take this spliff, see?
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| Don’t try me, I’m not a free sample
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| Step to me and you will be handled
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| See, that’s my crown on the mantle
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| And if you try to touch it, yes, there will be scandal
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| This is the end, but you really feeling it
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| Here’s one more verse, cause I ain’t no stingy bitch
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| Ain’t got much to say cause it’s in my piece
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| Guess my words are blunt and I ain’t talking weed |