| You’ll never fall when you null and void, to their opinions
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| And real niggas gon' see your end 'fore they see your limit
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| Don’t be with too many
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| I never came in this business to provide me with friendship
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| I’d probably trade in some millions if I could make a difference
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| I swear to y’all it’s hard to shake this feeling
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| Naked women at the venue in here for tuition
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| She lying for attention, her clientele is nymphos
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| With the rhymin' I’m more MacGyver than all my rivals
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| I made somethin' out of nothin', I’m nada just like you
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| You damn roight this rap roids, Jose Canseco
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| I meet a wholesome girl, I fuck her and turn her out psycho
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| Psycho killer, M. Bison psycho crush driller
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| Isn’t it amazing how I do it though
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| Africa to capital and pop up with a crew of zoles
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| My diversity certainly why I’m recommended
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| I prolly triple my gross in and by every September
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| Music got me feeling like heaven is secular
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| Cuz all the girls that I be with look like angel but thicker
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| Without Lola we out Garfield goin' Odie
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| With rap performance of Forbes got me catchin' up Oprah
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| Passionate poet, can adapt to the camera
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| You see rappin' is showbiz, they some talented actors
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| It be childish to diss 'em, I just fuck all they bitches
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| Most niggas set up a war just to ask for forgiveness
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| Look, only way that we gon' ever speakin'
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| Even in on everything I’m 'bout as loud as middle finger
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| Nah nigga we won’t ever speak
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| Cuz niggas tellin' everywhere they deadly with that trigger finger
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| Weed smokin' on the tour bus
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| Daydreamin' lookin' out the window just the two of us
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| Another city look at outer space
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| Traveling in dreams while the stars seem to pass away
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| I never knew a love like this one
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| Cell phone ringing and I’m wondering what this bitch wants
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| I take another hit and she gets voicemail
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| I get lost inside of me as I exhale
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| All my niggas in the front
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| Seeing shit they never see get any bitch that they could ever want
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| The money’s hella cool I miss my family doe
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| The loneliness, this Hennessy’s the only antidote
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| It’s on to the good turn some jams on
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| Funkadelic bumpin' through the speakers on my headphones
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| «Not just knee-deep» hearin' it through Dre Beats
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| Mesmerize the G as the bassline invades me |