| I was that little rapper at the party no one ever after
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| But I was a natural, that’s my first chapter
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| You was the worst rapper, I was the best rapper
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| Since I could remember though
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| Then I met one with a better flow
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| Never wrote
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| Better than that day I never let that go
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| Gotta get that dough
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| Nah, Wik too intellectual
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| Had to slow it down
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| Let y’all know how I roll around
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| See, I seemed to glow and pound
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| At any fist seen holding out
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| You know I’m 'bout what I wrote about
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| Trust me, you’re knowing that
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| When you see my face on stage quoting that
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| I’m going back to Lees and Clyde’s
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| I seize the night
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| What I speak, I write
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| I need it like, you need it like
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| Like we need it right?
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| Don’t do it for top ten or radio
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| Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
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| Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
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| I ain’t a player but the mayor though
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| Look, ayy
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| Oh, we just gon' chill real quick, let’s get it
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| Anyone can talk to
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| Anyone can walk through my block too
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| Ask me any question, y’all can harass me
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| When I travel, I’ll be back, B
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| Here’s my math, don’t ask me
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| Why it’s jerz?
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| Ain’t got a phone, it’s Matt’s piece
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| My bad Matt, have to apologize advanced G
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| You my whole campaign team
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| And he saw something in me
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| Thank you for fucking with me
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| Lubansky
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| Damn G, let’s get this bank B
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| Don’t do it for top ten or radio
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| Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
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| Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
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| I ain’t a player but the mayor though
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| Yeah, I see y’all
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| Nah, it’s all good man
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| We got this shit right here
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| Y’all had doubt that I had a chance
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| Took the only route that I can
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| Now we flying in to South of France
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| You can pout man while I dance
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| Cry away while I fly away
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| Another city to annihilate
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| All I gotta do is rhyme today
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| Tell me what time I’m on stage
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| Tell me what time I’m on stage
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| There’s some shit that I gotta say
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| Tell me what time I’m on stage
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| Back to the city that I’m raised
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| The mayor faded with a fade and stayed in
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| Everybody’s favor
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| Soul made of gold, know that we major
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| Way before The FADER
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| More concerned how I came home, heard my homes was tasered
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| By some pig, over sayer, cop, overseer
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| Shit’s over, I’m saying it gotta stop
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| I’m zoned and laser sharp, but I’m here and I know I need you
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| Don’t do it for top ten or radio
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| Hope ‘fore I drop dead, I save my soul
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| Know I got a hot head, but I’m staying cold
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| I ain’t a player but the mayor though |