| Fuck around and change the world
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| Why not? |
| Why else still with the fame?
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| Turn me loud, house lights on the crowd
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| I wanna see your face when I change the game
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| Love is just a mission, money pays the bills
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| But the music makes the living
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| Without it I’d be dead mine
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| Turn me loud, turn me loud
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| I feed off the heat from the crowd
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| When the lines around the corner and your name’s up on that poster
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| Then it ain’t just for your ego all our way to get the groupies
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| I use to stage as a way to debate the way that we living
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| With precision spitting like an uzi
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| Give me the light and then its on
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| You can never cut me off
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| Why you think they call me sol
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| I’m a motherfuckin star
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| Had a ___ ___ tell me home you got the rock
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| You could run with it or you give up the spot
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| I said fuck it, I’m livin', I’m leavin' what I got
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| And rockin' my adidas all across the map, map
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| Matter of fact I ain’t really stop
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| Waited ten whole damn months
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| For the beat to really drop
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| I’m a prison my god
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| Focused I proving my point
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| I got my nose to the stars so you know where I’m going
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| And holding my heart heart, like it’s the last thing I own
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| This game is called this war so I’m attacking the throne
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| I might be rapping, but that’s only part of the picture
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| I find yours truly, that was what started the zilla
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| So turn me loud, let it vibrate
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| Who ever wondered how the limelight taste
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| Hey, hey
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| Yeah I might be rapping but that’s only part of the picture
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| I find yours truly, that was what started the zilla
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| Turn me loud, turn me loud
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| I’m prison my god, focused on proving my point
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| I got my nose to the stars so you know I’m going
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| Holding my heart, it’s the last thing I own
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| This game is called
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| This game is called yeah
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| This game is called
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| Just turn me loud |