| Got me out here like
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| You think you know it all
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| No I just know what I know
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| Natra Average on the beat though
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| Yeah
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| Take my loss but don’t lose, I guess
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| I make moves, you don’t move, I guess
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| Walk by faith, not by sight (I guess)
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| I don’t even need to take a eye test
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| Yes, the lobby ain’t always the first floor
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| By the time you realize my worth, I’m worth more
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| How you tell me what I need to work on?
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| Need to worry 'bout the man you work for
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| I think you call him boss
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| I might warn you, I influenced the niggas that write for you
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| So by the time you get to me and ask me my fee
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| Don’t be surprised when I raise the price on you
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| I’m crazy like, I mean like, who likes normal?
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| Sydney Robbins, get acquainted with my lawyer
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| Why I ought to buy me a river for my water
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| And I love my niece so much, she’s my daughter
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| And I lift what y’all bench, it’s my warmup
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| You only bench 225 like nine quarters
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| And I’m too sick like the jersey number on Kyle Korver
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| Nevermind, I’m up early as Tom Joyner
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| Take my loss but don’t lose, I guess
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| You make moves but don’t move, I guess
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| Walk by faith, not by sight (I guess)
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| When’s the last time I took a eye test?
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| Conquer on land, start at the ocean
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| Heart of a vulture, that’s just part of my culture
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| Keep it quiet with paper then put it all in a folder
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| You be playin' them games, give me a call when it’s over
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| Hello, is you ready nigga? | 
| I’m talkin' promotion
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| I’m a boss, I’m devoted, I mix my thoughts with emotion
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| You got to handle yo' business like Bernie, told homie
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| Don’t break yo' hand for them bitches, that might damage yo' niggas
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| What the fuck is you doin'? | 
| Wait, I rather relax and I’m thinkin' matter of fact
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| I’ma take 'em back to facts and a matter of seconds brratt
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| After the blessin', add up, subtract, you notice that we was equal
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| The problem was the solution, the problem was you was losin'
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| You movin' how I maneuver, you boostin' what I’m exclusive
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| Fuck with embalming fluid, I’ma do it
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| Yeah, my teacher never told me I was stupid
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| I’m old school to the point I think I might buy a Buick
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| Take my loss but don’t lose, I guess
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| I make moves, you don’t move, I guess
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| Walk by faith, not by sight (I guess)
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| When’s the last time I took a eye test?
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| Guess
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| Yes |