| I just can’t fail
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| I figured, hell, why not
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| Be what I’m supposed to be?
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| And then if you can’t tell when you listen closely
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| They suck
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| I mean they just suck seed
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| I love it, glasses and asses up
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| I love it, yeah, we get the bag for what?
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| Look at me, look at me, woah, what the fuck?
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| Look at me, look at me, nigga, I’m rich forever (Okay)
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| You get to suck seed
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| You can suck it, I make 'em puke in buckets
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| Producin' ruckus, who can touch it?
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| He fake and losin' ducats, I’m scoopin' up
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| But identical, I will never be, pinnacle, I’m ahead of ye
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| Never begin a flow, at minimal, I incredibly rock that
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| Sit your ass down
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| Away from the massacre, they gonna laugh at you
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| Come with the fuckery, A. Yates gonna blast at the
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| Naysayers yappin', the K comin' after ya
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| I’m in a battle with enemies and I’ma kick up the energy
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| With the divinity, nobody malicious can limit me
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| I locked rap, back in the day the city where chops at
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| Shocked at some of 'em saying I ain’t the top cat, stop that
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| With your wack sound
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| They know if they trippin', I’ma come with enough B’s
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| To hit 'em with the stingers, they do nothin' but just bleed
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| But for now I’ma stunt on them and tell 'em to suck seed
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| Oh, tell me how to fail
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| When you look at all I’ve got
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| And what’s in front of me
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| And then if you can’t tell when you’re looking at me
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| I buss for fun while they suck seed
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| I love it, glasses and asses up
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| I love it, yeah, we get the bag for what?
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| Look at me, look at me, what the fuck?
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| Look at me, look at me, nigga, I’m rich forever (Okay)
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| You get to suck seed
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| Like Monica with a stain on her blouse
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| My cock got the moniker, bitches keep my name in their mouth
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| I’m a thermometer, you can’t monitor with JVC
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| While I just lay on the couch and she suck it like it’s Tang in the pouch
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| I’ma get to bussin' like a AA-12 do
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| Having fun with the bullet, get it? |
| I’m playing around
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| You ain’t safe 'cause I’ll knock out bodies in the safe, not a sound
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| It goes up, even when I piss, I don’t aim at the ground
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| Niggas be thinking they better but never could buss at the kings
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| Steady be rappin' and cappin' just like the gunpowder thing
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| Niggas don’t want smoke, I do like when you run out of trees
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| Takin' flight on you niggas just like I jumped out a swing
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| All them suckers by you, they can’t help you
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| I stage dive with guns, I jump out and squeeze
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| Haters treat success like it’s a one hour deed to succeed
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| Never, but here’s a bag of sunflower seeds, little nigga
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| Oh, I don’t know how to fail
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| I’ve never not been hot
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| Look what you’ve done to me
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| And then if you can’t tell when you’re close to me
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| I’m what you’d be if you didn’t suck seed |