| So funny would everyone would try and run up
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| I used to get laughed at for bein' different
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| Now I get paid for it
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| That’s the come up I guess
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| They used to yell over me
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| Now they say it under they breath
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| You ain’t impressin' me
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| You pressin' your luck
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| Your luck is depressed
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| Some of my friends, come for success
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| Don’t even improve, suckers just said
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| They love me to death
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| I’ll see if that’s true (BLAT)
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| I’m seein' right through you
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| Demeanin' my new tunes
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| But streaming my You-Tube
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| I shake my head and they bet
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| They ain’t hearing my loose screws
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| Talkin' to myself you’d think
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| I’m speakin' on Bluetooth
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| You’ll pretend
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| No skills so you use your ego as your ornament
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| Such enormous heads that I can orbit them
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| Spend years lookin' for that key to success
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| But when they find it they realize that there
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| Ain’t no fuckin' door for them
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| This is my shit
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| Hop up in the cockpit
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| She might wanna hit the tropics
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| I might take her to Boston
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| Tell her baby, you know the rappers who act like the shit
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| And the ones who are the shit?
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| Well, you’ve met the hybrid
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| Goals, rap goals
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| Who are you? |
| I don’t know
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| Come up like: you had been a friend to me!
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| You have to remember me!
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| My bad, #BadMemory
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| And I ain’t changed shit
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| They just tell me that the numbers change
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| The competition shall remain nameless
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| 'Cause I forget their fuckin' names
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| God dang, they mad at my grind!
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| I laugh when they whine
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| Legends turn to Olympic runners
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| When they pass me the baton
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| I catch it with pride (yep)
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| I’m the prime example of making an example out of your prime
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| Ask about me
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| But when producers bring a track around me
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| Tell 'em I don’t conversate with people
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| Who wanna work with me then brag without me
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| 'Cause I ain’t satisfied until my dad livin'
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| Like he cashed a bounty
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| And my mom can’t keep track of house keys
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| '98 I came out of the box
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| Thinkin' outside the box
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| Supply them with the tightest noose like «how can I not?»
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| I kill 'em, kill 'em and what not
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| Fuck a God amongst humans
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| I’m the deicide amongst gods
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| Must-watch
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| I spit 'till my tongue drops
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| And sprint 'till my lungs stop
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| And live 'till the guns
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| Rappers on pedestals now
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| I sit there and just watch
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| I convince 'em that they’re fly
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| Just so they jump off
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| That’shit that’s goals, rap goals
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| Who are you? |
| I don’t know
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| Come up like you had been a friend to me
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| «You have to remember me!»
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| My bad, #BadMemory
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| And I ain’t changed shit
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| They just tell me that the numbers change
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| The competition shall remain nameless
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| 'Cause I forget their fuckin' names
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| I stay at home and don’t leave until I innovate
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| And I come back the second I see 'em imitate
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| Everyone is competition
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| I ain’t got no friend to make
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| I ain’t spazzin' enough 'till their passion and love
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| Disintegrate
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| I don’t live by the rules
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| Kids comin' through to kill all of you
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| Bing bada boom
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| Bitch, none of you is exciting (nope)
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| I hate artists who complicate their lyrics
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| More than the ones who simplify it
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| Open your mind
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| I don’t see the grind. |
| (nope)
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| You control your destiny
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| When I’m controlling the sky
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| (When the sky falls down)
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| Better hope you don’t die
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| I haven’t smoked in three years
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| And you blowin' my high!
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| They say the grass is always greener on the other side
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| I’m 'bout to take a fence
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| I hope they don’t take offense
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| I’m about to change the world
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| Just to see the change in them
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| But wait 'till they approach me like «Ah shit, what was your name again?»
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| Goals, rap goals
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| Who are you? |
| I don’t know
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| Come up like you had been a friend to me
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| «You have to remember me!»
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| My bad, #BadMemory
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| And I ain’t changed shit
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| They just tell me that the numbers change
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| The competition shall remain nameless
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| 'Cause I forget their fuckin' names |