| Fuck the world man, we are the freshest
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| I’m higher than a baby on a seesaw with Precious
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| Y’all just the messengers, we are the message
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| You bang on wax, I beef off the record
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| Back like I trap, you can’t spit this flow
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| I slang water, slang flour, I’m a get this dough
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| Behind my zipper where her lipstick go
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| Like an embryo in a hooker, I’m in this ho
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| Nickel!
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| Rright off the rip, nigga we are the dopest
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| Y’all in front of the camera, we are the focus
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| Y’all are the watered down, we are the potent
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| Y’all call y’all bosses, we call the GOAT then
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| We ball fo' sho' and, here we are fast cats, fly
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| Me and bombs over baghdad, B.o.B
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| The only thing I hate to see is hate
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| In the place to be
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| What an incredible place to be
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| Away from the bullshit, I’m fading slowly
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| Ain’t no other place I’d rather be
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| Away from the lowlifes surrounded by money
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| What about nines and super freaks?
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| Bottle of patron, just roll that green
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| Put it down for the team
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| So while my bill is getting ends, take another shot
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| What an incredible place to be
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| I’m feeling like Cassius, at last it’s the greatest
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| Angry intelligent rap, mad innovative
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| Y’all blast garbage shit, we blast the haters
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| Hip Hop’s a community, we smack the neighbors
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| The last men standing when the shit get real
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| When the rest up we stepped up like a 6 inch heel
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| I’m getting used to how this rich shit feel
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| But don’t judge me, I’m doing my best to make my dick sit still
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| Fresh in the strip club, he be the realest
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| Drugs got her number, she feel this
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| I said I need to love before I out her, not anything like a spouse
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| Told her the roof’s missing, but everything’s on the house
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| Got a table full of liquor, somethings gotta hit the spot
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| She might even put them on the glass if we mix a lot
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| Get her nice and buzzed
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| The night’ll end when we decide it does
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| You already know nigga, we be’s the flyest
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| You might’ve seen high, but nigga we get the highest
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| Far as lighters, I need at least a 3 week supply with
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| Now all this pussy thrown at me, now I’m knee deep in 'gina
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| Bitch I’m bossin', fuck around and unleash Goliath
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| I go deep and get your poon all wet, call me Poseidon
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| I’m a giant, I eat beats and I burn good, that’s my diet
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| B.o.B and Slaughterhouse 5
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| Nine, every time I scribble a rhyme down
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| Niggas be like (that's a riot)
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| Crooked, Ortiz, sick with the flow (that's a riot)
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| Or explosive, know it be like Floetry
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| So it’s Ambrosis, I wrote it, know that it’s cool to «e it
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| Joey!
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| L one hell of a relevant MC, felon ya melon is empty
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| So elementary, but Neverlands be residing in our pens, see
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| R, double O-K, E-D-I
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| Far up and away, cause we be high |