| motherfucker i
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| do my thing
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| kill it
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| yall been asking why
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| while
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| you were sitting waiting i was getting sitauted right
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| yall knew it
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| think up somethign dope then i move it
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| theres a play to make i maneuvre
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| one shot keep the gun cocked one hundred
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| i prove it
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| yall knew it it (yuh)
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| out the gates, Im obligated to be one of the greas
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| lookin all around how the fuck else is my name ever gonna make it
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| and i know it they gon hate
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| hate on Timothy, you believe that?
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| kill em off when they offer an eye for an eye
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| cause im not trying to see that
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| and yall knew it
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| my greatness im bout to prove it
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| fucked up w me then yall blew it
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| yall stupid
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| pour one out for your dead ass on the stoop
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| hah
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| i been on that new shit
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| HK produced it, killing this fire so i must be a hero then
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| saying my name like im saving the game, but you say it in vein are you be
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| trippin on heroin?
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| bitches I, dont get why they love me I’m obviously just in it for moi
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| when the dough was low these couldnt spare the time
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| now with tens are all around I can spare a dime
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| bummy ass lames, sitting down to aim
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| bout a week ago everything was fine
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| put me up the line, homie I ainy lying
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| 100% get it all the time
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| come on now
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| Im on my numbers, cant nobody fuck with my come up Bounce with me just,
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| bounce with me just… etc
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| just bounce with a motherfucker you could put your dough on
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| knowing Im’a get mine the way the flows on
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| like, give it a year, that boys so go
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| that boys so on
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| and so forth and so on
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| i aint got to trip bout a chip on the shoulder
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| to stop me from getting doughjah
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| i show up and they show love
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| never gotta get put on a show
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| i put the show on, motherfucker
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| thats the damn truth, and you could do the same to
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| motherfucker
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| im like, aw shucks
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| are they all shook or just awe struck
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| that i
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| followed through with my verse
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| like a real motherfucker should do in the first
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| they like, man the the best
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| come check me at my worst
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| now they trying to invest, i aint selling a word
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| im just doing shit
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| they like, who’s your influences
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| bron in quebec with toronto respect
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| but yo, currently currensy’s all that Im fluent with
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| Im done with that flow, come in contact like a combat hoe
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| i be on that, then I be beyond that though
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| sipping conyac only if its 100Proof
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| and yall knew it
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| Im on my numbers, cant nobody fuck with my come up Bounce with me just,
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| bounce with me just… etc
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| Been on top of my shit, hold up
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| just let me talk all my shit though, bruh
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| I been up stacking my chips
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| all about my city, not altrustic
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| Im the realest just cause Im realistic
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| want a deal? |
| go walk to the dealership
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| you trying to build? |
| well I dont really feel nothing
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| like I took a pill
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| cause Im heavy how I chill, numbing everyone I killing off
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| and
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| they feel the hype like, 'when he droppin'
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| top floor got em waiting like 'when he jumpin'
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| stop the press, cause line for line they trying to define my death, Im defying —
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| Im, high up on the scale, puffin on an L, sipping on some ale
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| trying to eat good- eat-good, fare well
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| thinking Im’a live large, I mean XL
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| cause they knew, from the begginig
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| In the end that I was winnnin
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| even when I wasnt trending
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| in the basement I was penning
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| no games tho, Ive just been training
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| but when the buzzer go, know I got the pennant
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| And Im staying Independent
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| clear my name, hit the pavement
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| till they hit me with the payment
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| motherfucker |