| Well I stepped up my cleats on
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| And that chin music is my theme song
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| That brush off, that write off, I just use that as a deduction
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| That mean mugging don’t mean nothing (fuck this sh-)
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| Hold the line, I play the whole 9
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| I steal second, I scrape for mine
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| You can take the signs or you can pay no mind
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| I’m on the verge, hold the sermon
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| Like I told the purists, if I played it safe I would’ve sold insurance
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| So I kill it 'til it’s dead, till it 'til it grows
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| Get it on the road then tour it 'til it’s old
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| Like any good crow I never tip toe around a motherfucking straw man
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| Make me like amen, or god damn, or something
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| Like money for nothing
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| In common
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| I came up on ramen
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| Nine of us and we’re lining up
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| And you must be high on that diamond dust
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| Now I’m grinding out until my time is up
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| I didn’t come to play games, man I came to win
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| I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen
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| I ain’t living in that bitter end
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| I come to stack my dividends and then bounce
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| I am the chem trail in your easy mac
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| Sims Jong Il to all you Tumbl’ing amnesiacs
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| Faking funk and celiacs
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| Got me out here feeling old on my Holden Caulfield calling phony
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| I’m from the land of Uncle Ole’s yelling fuck the police
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| Axel Foley your magic kingdom, leave a mess on your linoleum
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| In the kitchen with a downgraded Pluto enriching Plutonium
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| These molly poppers went too based, looking Rob Ford
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| That ain’t flavor that’s Kool Aid, you’re skating on a long board
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| I’m taking shots singing C-Murder until I wind up on the floor
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| Then I’m Hasselhoffing this cheeseburger, call you up around four
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| I’m Nick Caging this Vegas, I’m lighting up these stages
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| They say baseless shit to get famous, they’re Jim Rome, they’re Skip Bayless
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| Sunglasses and bail money, my cunning and my homies
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| We’re running, we’re hungry, you stay praying on some pony
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| Stay blue Lonely Boy, southsider, outlier, the gasoline to your house fire
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| And I ride this shit 'til there are no tires
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| I didn’t come to play games, man I came to win
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| I get it in then I’m in the wind and I ain’t no average citizen
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| I ain’t living in that bitter end
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| I come to stack my dividends and then bounce |