| The same old nigga since day one
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| Sharp as a ginzu though my tennis shoes Ray Guns
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| Raise up your glass, puff and pass for they hating ass
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| W’s on my mind, peep what I’m getting at
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| Attire proper, Bryce Harper though slightly darker
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| From where the drivers forgotten, you get blocka for parkas
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| Ronald’s was poppin, they be wildin' for posites
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| Shorty from Wahler Place say Wale don’t stop up your progress
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| It’s not a problem, little mama, only a part of me polished
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| I get inside her head and promptly get Kylie Minoguing
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| Slick mouth, nigga, legendary with lyrics
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| And never let up, keep one leg up, nigga Kerry Kittles
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| It’s very simple, I’m in it so now you never winning
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| And I’m up about fifty effortlessly, nigga, check the ticker
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| Fuck a nigga, hate a hater, that’s just how I’m living
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| And I’m playin' ball with a chess board, nigga; |
| Bobby Fischer
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| And it’s hard to be focused going around all these women
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| I tell her I’m much deeper, that don’t mean I’m much different
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| More like the writing, Iceberg Slim with better diction
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| She let me hit her in the gut, feel it like premonitions
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| Wooh, you know I’m feeling myself
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| Tell these niggas Folarin back on my way to that belt
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| By the way of the beltway, where they hatin' too much
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| When niggas dirty, thirsty, hungry they subjects to lunch
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| Right? |
| But at least we see that’s the problem being not on
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| I aspire for well-off, y’all aspire for well-known
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| Not no LeBron, but I’m cool with being Jamal
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| Cross, somebody falling, don’t keep reaching, let me just ball
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| Just bored with these groupies, been tired of these niggas
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| They ain’t seeing me stunting, like a tint-job on a Bentley
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| Your annual is my rent fee, been playing it cool, don’t tempt me
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| Fuck that, but nah, I take 'em out to lunch, I’m a cannibal to these emcees
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| Ever so gluttonous, miss me with that sucker shit
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| Tatted out with angels
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| Since I pray I don’t get caught up in this game, nigga
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| Not a chance, nigga
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| About a dollar so they hollering I changed, nigga
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| Same lyrics, just the stage different
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| Sneakerman Daniel san, we still crane kick 'em
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| Tell the haters better raincheck me
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| One call to clean them up, still hang with made niggas |