| Shout out to Common
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| Whole BCG, MMG, Milk City
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| Don’t compare me to none of these rappers
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| You already know
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| They saying I’m the next up
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| A lot of new rappers but I’m the best up
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| The soul survivor, this the best book
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| And Imma lay this verse down with no hook
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| Bet it still feel like a song though
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| This how it be with a strong flow
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| Shot the messenger and for letting my voice go
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| Before you niggas catching on slow
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| Non-believers, I took it where you thought I couldn’t go
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| Now I lay back in the Maybach and point where I wanna go
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| Staring at the blue sky in this long convertible
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| Looking for the soul buried in gold
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| It’s like wisdom has repaved my road
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| No stop signs or red lights
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| Clear skies, no headlights
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| My future is dead right
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| Those that said I’d be king in '09
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| You was damn right, I’m damn tight
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| Giving out gifts like it’s fan night
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| So here you go, and thank you for your presence
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| And you lending your ears, it’s such a blessing
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| This is years of tears and aggression
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| But I wipe 'em away with cheers from them sections
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| In the buildings and stadiums
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| When I see their faces all I think is how they hated him
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| Wonder how many people gon' say how they created him
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| But I been nice since Jordan hit the fade on them
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| I was just balling back then too
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| Before the tattoos, before the chip tooth
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| When my older homies bagged capsules and drank beer like fruit juice
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| The trap had us but they let the slave nigga loose
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| I was amazed by muscle cars and coupes
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| Girls in daisy dukes, dice games, and khaki suits
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| And what I seen under God’s roof is what influences the truth
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| So I spew it in the booth and hope they throw it in their coupes
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| And throw on their khaki suits and know this young nigga lives for you
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| And know this young nigga lives for you
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| Know this young nigga lives for you
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| Know this young nigga lives for you
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| Maybach Music |