| Even if they don’t love me, I know that they love my sound
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| People be looking at me like who the fucks Corey Brown
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| I know that I’ve seen his face, and the talent he’s bringing wow
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| I’ll get over all this
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| Listen to what we’re bringing
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| I’m cold, but don’t trip
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| I’m the one with the riddims
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| Let’s toe to toe to quick
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| Don’t want to feel my energy
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| Reciprocation’s vacant from enemies
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| That’s telling me
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| I really feel I got my buzz back
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| Looking straight, but reminiscing
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| To the days my bus pass
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| Out of date, but still my suit was holding me
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| Nobody approaching see
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| I looked the part, I walked the part
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| But still so much was broken
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| Now I’m past that
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| Think that I can make it in the game without a fast track
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| I did not listen to them when then say I should rap fast
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| I have grown a bit since I found music
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| First it helped me to fight anger, now I do this and I do this
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| Trust me properly
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| Nobody stopping me
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| Takes a lot to get me off the scene
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| Like losing property
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| Doesn’t mean that I’m getting off the keys
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| I’m known to box the beats and that’s how all this started |
| Shout outs to all my family and funky lou
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| My heart beats on the bars so that’s why I’m so slick with it
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| Cuz I’m articulate
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| Been riding riddims since my bits were thin
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| Before the crimson chin
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| Back dating on 'em
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| Lowhillian facing problems
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| That’s when I picked up the pen
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| And let my rage remain an option
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| I’m too honest with it
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| From the brain and on the riddim
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| I don’t censor or exaggerate
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| Because I’m on this living
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| And when I blow you know that every show
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| I do is real
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| I make music for my people
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| I don’t see the need the feel
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| Wrapped up in this jaded life
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| Rather rep the faded life
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| But even faded life gone get us
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| Wait your time, I’m tryna get off
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| And get my paper right
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| Rather rep the made it side
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| I’m aiming high
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| I’m in this for the ride
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| So I’m gone make a banger in my house and lay that with my lyrics down
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| Even if they don’t love me, I know that they love my sound
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| People be looking at me like who the fucks Corey Brown
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| I know that I’ve seen his face, and the talent he’s bringing wow
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| I’ll get over all this |
| Listen to what we’re bringing
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| I’m cold, but don’t trip
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| I’m the one with the riddims
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| Let’s toe to toe to quick
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| Don’t want to feel my energy
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| Reciprocation’s vacant from enemies
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| That’s telling me
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| Since I saw a change in my game
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| And they viewed properly
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| I found some respect for myself
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| And I got back on the heat
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| Now I feel like Recess is over
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| It got on top of me
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| Because my debt wilder than
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| Theodore from the comedy
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| Stop me please
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| I got to the crop the trees
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| And get my guap
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| It seems
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| Blocking me
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| I guess that stopping green
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| Is what my options be
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| Office seat
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| The profit stopping me
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| From getting up and leaving
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| I take it all to my head
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| And then fix problem see
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| The king killer
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| Of rap fillers, so simmer down
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| Zimma zimma
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| Who’s got the ears for my iller sound
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| I paint pictures of what is real with my pen
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| Most of you rappers lying and trying to make the pence
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| No lyrics round me
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| Contend with the bits I’m shouting
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| It’s louder around these parts
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| I see others that do this lounging
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| I’m rowdy to see the heart of my talent |
| Amidst the crowd
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| Cuz I’m crazy with this addiction
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| Called Superlative
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| So I’m gone make a banger in my house and lay that with my lyrics down
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| Even if they don’t love me, I know that they love my sound
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| People be looking at me like who the fucks Corey Brown
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| I know that I’ve seen his face, and the talent he’s bringing wow
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| I’ll get over all this
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| Listen to what we’re bringing
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| I’m cold, but don’t trip
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| I’m the one with the riddims
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| Let’s toe to toe to quick
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| Don’t want to feel my energy
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| Reciprocation’s vacant from enemies
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| That’s telling me |