| At my ring fittin, feelin like my ring different
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| My hands grew from the last time they was ring dishin
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| They made mine but they stunted on the ring givin
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| So now I’m taxin the jeweler like «where the ring sittin?»
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| If all’s movin and tell 'em that I’m beyond movin
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| I’m all through it, I told 'em that I don’t part two it
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| It’s one shot like take it or leave it
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| The advantage is off top, it’s like breakin a ceiling
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| I handle it off top, both hands on rightfully
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| They say I achieve too much for them to hype for me
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| Did it on my own, so yeah I got the right to be
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| Half of my inbox starts with «can you write for me?»
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| Huh, so as far as your speakish fam
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| We not neighbors but I can give your speech a hand
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| I told 'em, I obsoleted the ones you believed in
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| And did it on Posturepedics but you thought I was sleepin
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| Still dozin
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| Streets keep callin me now, tryin to make me act out
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| I’m tryin to stay on my nine to five, so one day I can get out
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| Get out, of everything that keeps tryin to bring me down, yeee-eah
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| I ain’t your favorite but the one you like, been a fan
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| If I sayin I’m the shit then I rightfully am
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| I write for the yams, a man with no face
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| In public, I stand, the fans give no chase
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| Just because I’m public, some fans, get out of place
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| This is my world, you privileged to get a taste
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| Or a sample
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| Dudes get mad when they say that I trampled
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| Their dreams with no comments, my commentary’ll shape the nation of you
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| You talkin 'bout life and them things that you been through
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| I’ve been through the wire
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| Now I aspire, to take my game higher
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| Than I ever been, niggas, crabby I’m ahead of them
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| You either swim with the sharks or bail out when you see the fin
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| There’s no mistakin when you see the grin
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| You still sleepin, here’s the beast that I held within
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| Stop dozin
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| Yeah, uh, yo, I tell niggas that I’ll sleep when I’m dead
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| A lot of y’all snoozin, spend weeks in the bed
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| They say they never heard of a speech from the kid, unfamilarity
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| So I clarify anywhere you need clarity
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| Every form of media for music affairs
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| Had a write up, a post or a feature of his
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| So if you really involved from the streets to the blogs
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| You’ll be familiar with the God
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| Nigga my pen is more potent, my dots is more doper
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| Than the stage presence, the style’s what got 'em all open
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| I might even be the future is what they all hopin
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| But my mission in music, to make it more focused
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| Soon as the boy wrote it, they quote it, take notice
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| They know they fittin to be outta they job in a moment
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| Niggas is well bogus
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| Anything I write, ignite the high, hopeless, how is y’all dozin?
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| I’m really tryin to walk the line
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| Straight into a new life
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| Streets keep callin me, they still need me
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| For me they still provide
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| What am I to do?
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| What would you do if you were standin in my shoes?
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| Yeeeaaaah |