| Stupid
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| Ayy
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| Braggin' like you independent, you just in the worst place
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| No one’s tryna sign you in the first place, pure praise
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| 'Cause they know I’m one of one, son of a gun
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| The clip is my birthplace, it’s a different workplace, worst taste
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| You terrible, wordplay, I’m worth, I’m worth the wait
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| Like TerRio, verse shake the stereo, yours ain’t comparable
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| We’re paid to carry you, hearse, grave, then burial
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| Worst case scenario, bird brain
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| I’m married to the bread
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| I braid a bitch’s hair when I get head
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| Baby, I’m rich and my OG he’s a Crip
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| You know what that mean? |
| We ain’t never in the red, fuck it
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| Got a million-dollar deal, I had the leverage in a sense
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| And I’m still as independent as it gets, legend in the flesh
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| I’m in press and the legends are impressed
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| Already got a Cole and Kendrick, call me «Welcome to the next»
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| Got a angel on my right and got the Devil on my left
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| Got a girl with cellulite, ass thicker than the rest
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| Lines all over her body and she look just like a ref
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| But she ain’t blowin' no whistle, I don’t gotta go in-depth
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| I don’t gotta, I probably got me a problem, but we blessed
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| Holla-holla, if it’s drama, then it’s drama
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| Baby said I’m too laid back, what’s the problem? |
| Ain’t a problem
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| Told her every comma I get calmer, comma, comma
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| Comma like the sentence long, lotta y’all are bettin' on
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| Guap, guap very long, if my money could talk
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| It’d say, «Yadda yadda yadda,» et cetera
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| Jump the curb and then I’m gone, button turn the engine on
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| Young and worth the money, word to Zuckerberg, I spend it on
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| Undercover shirts just like I’m 'bout to work the Pentagon
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| Then I’m gone, back it off, bread long, Italian
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| Bitch so bad Elton John taking glasses off, back it off
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| Laugh it off, ha-ha, ha-ha
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| Now I’m gettin' Jewish bread, my grandma call it Challah
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| Bitches wanna climb my money tree like they koala
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| Fuck her then I disappear and then I text her «Ta-da»
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| Token got the flow to curve a weapon like katana
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| So my self esteem is steaming, it could probably fill a sauna
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| Tryna put dollar on top of dollar, my politickin' is awesome
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| I probably love Benjamin Franklin more than his wife and mama
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| The highest honor, got 'em trippin' of me like ayahuasca
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| I’m the product so I got 'em gathered around the fire
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| Like they tryna be loved, «The Way You Lie,» Rihanna
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| Only thing I don’t find myself inside of is baby mama drama and dry vagina
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| Divide and conquer, oh, did someone say somethin'?
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| I might even go pop just to say «Fuck 'em» (Yeah)
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| Used to think that I was a loser and I ain’t lose nothin'
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| Now that I’m winnin', I think I’m much less confused from it
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| Lookin' like I hit the bounty
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| Lucrative and little rowdy, do not bring your bitch around me, homie
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| Newest kid up in a county, view to river with the balcony, you’d a think I
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| lived in Maui
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| Used to talk about the things I wanted and then y’all allowed it
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| Now that I got it, shit, they don’t want the kid to talk about it
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| Never Too Different, that’s the label and I’m the boss around it
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| People got tattoo of it before I even talked about it
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| That’s some legendary shit, ho (Right)
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| And I ain’t even half my potential
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| And don’t compare me to them dudes on the trend list
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| They don’t love rap, they just love to get attention
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| Pass the videos around like the town whores
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| Seduce 'em with a gimmick but how long are you around for?
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| I don’t play no fuckin' character, it’s just Toke
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| Ten years from now let’s see who evolved most
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| Hop in the motherfucking Ghost, top of the motherfucking morning
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| Cop in the motherfucking neighborhood, do more killing than warning
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| Pop, everyone hit the corner, they don’t wanna see me out of bounds
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| I got homies smarter than me but I got a voice that counts
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| Tell Jay to check it out, tell Wayne to check first
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| Tell Google to check again and update my net worth
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| 'Bout to have all of them youngins salutin' me head first
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| And my name all in the old heads' mouth like dentures
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| Never Too Different (Yeah)
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| Nox Beatz made it |