| I learned this shit from my pops
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| I just do, I don’t talk
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| Always knew my time would pay since recordin' in the loft
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| Give a fuck who was who
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| I got things to do
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| So I’ve been surfin' my own wave on a blue Sea-Doo
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| They don’t like me, nah
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| 'Cause no one like me, nah
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| I press the snooze on y’all and sing 'em kumbaya
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| I’ll sing anyway I want, I’ll rap anyway I feel
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| I’ll do everything myself, ear to the ground like Holyfield
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| I been gettin' lonely, hung up on the phonies
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| No one even know me just last year
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| It’s time I write this story, now they can’t ignore me
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| I be switchin' lanes every time I steer
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| I-I-I been gettin' lonely, hung up on the phonies
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| No one even know me just last year
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| It’s time I write this story, now they can’t ignore me
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| I be switchin' lanes every time I steer (Yeah)
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| Who you know hitting every angle like moi? |
| Ayy
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| Who you know ain’t afraid to talk about a loss? |
| Ayy
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| Singin' ballads, writing my pain
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| Very next day, Five Fingers with Sway
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| Back and breakin' buildings down
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| I used to busk outside the fuckin' lobby door of
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| Not the best, but I’ll out-work anyone
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| Tryna tell me what I fall short of
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| This my life, I got no option
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| I be movin' like I robbed a bank or somethin'
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| Tell me what you’re gon' make of nothin'
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| Lately, I’ve been
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| I been gettin' lonely, hung up on the phonies
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| No one even know me just last year
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| It’s time I write this story, now they can’t ignore me
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| I be switchin' lanes every time I steer
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| I-I-I been gettin' lonely, hung up on the phonies
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| No one even know me just last year
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| It’s time I write this story, now they can’t ignore me
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| I be switchin' lanes every time I steer
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| Back to doin' what I wanna
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| Now I can’t help what I do, do
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| That shit came with the come-up
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| Now this shit come with the moves, moves
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| I been gettin' lonely, hung up on the phonies
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| No one even know me just last year
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| It’s time I write this story, now they can’t ignore me
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| I be switchin' lanes every time I steer
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| I-I-I been gettin' lonely, hung up on the phonies
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| No one even know me just last year
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| It’s time I write this story, now they can’t ignore me
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| I be switchin' lanes every time I steer |