| I ain’t tryna be politically correct
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| But I won’t rest till I’m given my respect
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| And my vision isn’t set on the money I get
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| But more or less the vets, I’m comin' for y’all neck
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| I ain’t jealous or vex, just feelin' how you felt when you came
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| More or less, change is imminent
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| I ask Mr. West for a lil bit of help
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| Realized us new niggas gotta get it ourself
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| So I dreamed of presentin' myself
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| And the only thing I fear is Iovine’s shelf
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| The cocky, liveliest for nobody
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| Book so many bitches should’ve been a cum laude
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| Fuck the comradery with B rate artists
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| I’m ballin' you niggas is Arliss so watch this
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| Always knew where the pot was
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| With no receivers had the pickin of a option
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| Tommie Frazier on the motherfuckin' one or two’s
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| Or Michael Vick if ya’ll bark nigga y’all through
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| Yea, 25, 25, 25 can I get 30 my side jones is fat and my freak jones is purdy
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| Why? |
| Cause I Mac like Bernie and she swallow everything like Kirby
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| Not Puckett but I hit it then I duck a bitch
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| And older women put a nigga on their Bucket list
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| Me against you the movie of the year
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| Cause you slum dawg and I’m the millionaire
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| Their buzz internet and mine’s inter-national with a National’s fitted cap
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| I know they suck I’m just showing you where my city’s at
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| Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad
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| But since Mark put a nigga on that lily track
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| I had the British shows talkin bout bring him back
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| But that’s a shitty accent you should’ve figured that
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| Cause I been drinkin till the point that I’m a dizzy rap
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| Scab, fix up look shop joe
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| Cause I’ma look that part until I’m all broke, yea |