| I am this way cuz I got up
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| And got it when I was the oddest
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| To demolish the hottest scholars
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| With all of these goddish products
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| Call it way polished
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| I jot it, dot it
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| Then they got it
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| Stay modest
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| But brought it
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| Psychotic thought is raw and sick
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| But everybody didn’t want to give a nigga time of the day
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| Or will I ever reach another when I’m in the grave
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| I got to be different to keep up with the pay
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| Say, say, say
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| What you wonder about Nina?
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| The one who is wishing me
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| Coming up missing
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| That one is a dreamer
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| Calling me ugly I laugh
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| Because I’m rough as rugby and fast
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| Industry’s chubby and flab
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| You look sick, pudgy and crap
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| Now your chick want to hug me and smash
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| I look lovely with cash instead of muggy and clash
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| You act like we were buddies in class
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| Got my painted face
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| Ain’t it great?
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| Really illuminated
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| But then it tainted space
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| Better to bring it straight then gain it late and aim it fake
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| Famous for my brain its fate
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| That I strained in fate
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| Then I became the great…
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| Yates
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| No love or nothing
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| Just blood and suffering
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| For the ugly duckling
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| Trust me
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| Trust me
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| Nothing
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| Trust me
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| Trust me
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| Nothing
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| Is worse than knowing you’re beautiful but your treated like and ugly duckling
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| Ever since I came out the womb
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| And I was birthed to the planet
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| It’s like the Earth couldn’t stand it
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| I was just worthless abandoned
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| So I write verses and curses
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| To try and cope with the damage
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| Citizens gave me you cholos are going to feel my curses in Spanish
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| I’ve been in verses then vanished
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| I’m not the first to be banished
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| But ostracized because I prophesied the churches are scandalous
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| See my words are just managed
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| Perfectly perched on the canvas
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| Painting a picture with scriptures
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| With my fellow dirty from Kansas
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| So I’m going to spit on the wax
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| Drip on the tracks
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| And spill out my pain
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| Rather than give me a gat
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| Empty the mac
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| Shatter then spill out my brain
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| People are strange
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| Verses be spinning
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| A dime on the top
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| Trying to get all the change
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| I have to devise me a plot
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| Then gamble the lot
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| So I’m stocked to get me some change
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| See all the hate that they gave me
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| Fueled my passionate speech
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| Made me react on the track and start
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| Whooping ass on the beat
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| So since I’m rude
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| I fire noses up like a flu off the grease
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| Head in the sky hella flying high
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| Like I’m blew off the sweet
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| It’s my goddamn time
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| Go ahead shine a light over here on the darkness
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| What’s you thought?
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| What, we gon' play dead
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| Roll over and add up losses?
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| Damn fools
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| Cause no pro band cool
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| Politicking with the rules
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| Eat fools for the carcass
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| Because we back
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| Well seems like we leave
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| And another leave
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| A vegan
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| No sausage
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| But don’t ride dick now
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| And act like you like bums lit now
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| Keep signing to killers and fat drug dealers
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| Is you really the big shit now?
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| I gotta spit
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| These niggas be weak runnin' 'round like their nuts cut loose
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| Can’t even shake a nigga hand, gotta dap a nigga up
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| Fuck around and touch butt-fuck juice
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| Mayday to the payday, they say we stay
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| Don’t cut the noose
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| Yes, off with the heads
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| Niggas off to the bed, getting head like Duck, Duck, Goose (Ohhh)
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| Technicians form a petition to never ever let it up
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| On a rapper that sucks, and these industry fucks
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| With the bucks that will make you turn small from a duck
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| Crystal Meth, Cocaine, E-Pills with a little weed fill and a lot of free will
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| And a couple refills to whenever we steal
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| Won’t see thrills like these steals on a steap hill
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| That’s some hot shit
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| That’s our shit
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| One more time, don’t ride dick
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| Shit, I got us creeping on your level
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| Aqualeo, now that’s speaking of the devil |