| Keep it raw, no VR, on the net, servin' plots
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| Strumming string, like new guitar
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| Moonwalking off the shits again, I took the half off
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| Now just watch them wait in line, I’m hip-they staring mad hard
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| This a shift, you not ready, you not hip
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| This shit kickin', yeah this it
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| On a ship, freezin' off, you better dip
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| This a shift, you not ready, you not hip
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| This shit kickin', yeah this it
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| On a ship, freezin' off, you better dip
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| What is the word, these niggas absurd
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| Not checkin' no watch-double timing my work
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| Wish in the well, put opps to hell
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| They’ll run to the gun like checking for the mail
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| All this salt on him, probably think that it was snow
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| You might need a long talk about it, actin' like you don’t
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| Can’t be dodging everything, buddy
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| Might run into smoke and you’ll choke
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| Run to Second Life and wouldn’t think twice, huh
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| It’s a dark place and you threading real light
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| Said you bout to do it when you get some newer Nikes, huh
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| This a shift, you not ready, you not hip
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| This shit kickin', yeah this it
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| On a ship, freezin' off, you better dip
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| This a shift, you not ready, you not hip
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| This shit kickin', yeah this it
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| On a ship, freezin' off, you better dip
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| This a shift, you not ready, you not hip
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| This shit kickin', yeah this it
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| On a ship, freezin' off, you better dip
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| This a shift, you not ready, you not hip
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| This shit kickin', yeah this it
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| On a ship, freezin' off, you better dip, huh |