| I think they ready for the real again
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| That pen something spit something make it ill again
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| Give you the ugly face bars you could feel again
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| Them other dudes on them songs they was filling in
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| I got the wheel again ride like I’m Gilligan
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| Nah I’m the skipper in this bitch
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| With a joint on each side I’m Jack Tripper in this bitch
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| Stack figures till I’m rich
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| Getting to the funds
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| Now they gotta Respek it is you finish or you done
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| I’m definitively the one ain’t hard to conceive
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| Telling you they the truth shit it’s a lie in believe
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| Keep a line up my sleeve
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| 9 in my brown 40 B’s
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| I really be tryna Shyne in Belize
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| I just happen to be one of the few
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| That’s cut from the cloth that I am and keep it true
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| So if you ain’t riding with us I guess you blew
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| Now grab you a comfortable seat and get a view homie we on the move
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| I been rocking for a minute y’all still waiting on Hov
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| Waiting on Diddy to say the Boy Bad it’s a go
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| Waiting on Dr. Dre to prescribe you the flow
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| Well I ain’t waiting on nobody I let it be known
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| Still waiting on Ross to put me in a Bach
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| Waiting on T.I. |
| to say my hustle in tact
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| Y’all be waiting on Khaled for the keys and the facts
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| Well I ain’t waiting on nobody I’m ready to snap
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| And I’m ready to clap who want applause
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| They ask if I’m ready to rap who want a gauze
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| Recite what I write that shit’ll alter your jaws
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| I have em using timberland boot laces to floss
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| I move cases of sauce
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| Write raw raps with no recourse
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| While In peace y’all rest no remorse
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| I pen it spit it record
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| Y’all be having members on the board
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| Shit that’s how they getting numbers on board
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| My membership is short
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| It’s me, Fokeezy, Amadeus on the board
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| An occasional ghostwrite from the Lord
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| I’m the God of the spitters
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| Tattooed my name in the game y’all shit is hennas all youthful offenders
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| Tor grew from the benches I was destined to fail
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| Now it’s millionaires & legends I could text in my cell
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| I had the truest vision & now we blow bands like when your moms met New Edition
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| listen
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| I been rocking for a minute y’all still waiting on Hov
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| Waiting on Diddy to say the Boy Bad it’s a go
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| Waiting on Dr. Dre to prescribe you the flow
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| Well I ain’t waiting on nobody I let it be known
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| Still waiting on Ross to put me in a Bach
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| Waiting on T.I. |
| to say my hustle in tact
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| Y’all be waiting on Khaled for the keys and the facts
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| Well I ain’t waiting on nobody I’m ready to snap |