| Yo I’m back on the road, 50 cities a Tour
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| I gave you all the transition, y’all like «give me some more!»
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| I don’t speak in opinion homie I speak from the facts
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| When I say I’m the realest and I just happen to rap
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| The shark breaking the tank, the mogul breaking the bank
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| These rappers stealing my flow, so I’m the one they should thank
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| But they can mimic my soul as long as they give me their props
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| I’ll keep chasing the game as long as they give me the top
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| I came from that park bench, but now I’m the black clark kent
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| Instead of a cab it’s a limo when I transform, cause I need dark tints
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| Imagine the pressure I see, man how could this be?
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| They closed the door on my genre, now they say I’m the key
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| I can talk to the ladies, and I can talk to the G’s
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| I can address the nation and I can walk over seas
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| And to those A&R's that were looking for gold
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| Instead of looking for image you should have looked for my soul, so let 'em know
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| Lookin' hot girl, this yo' jam, drop it to the flow
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| When you bring that shit back up just let them muhfuckas know
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| This ain’t no pop-shit
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| So let the clock spin
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| Lookin' hot girl, this yo' jam, drop it to the flow
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| When you bring that shit back up just let them muhfuckas know
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| This ain’t no pop-shit
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| Just let the clock spin
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| Yo my lyrics precise, name a nigga this nice
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| And still humble as ever, never thought my dreams would see light
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| But now my dreams are so real, yep they’re no longer surreal
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| Told you I’m killin' rappers, so nigga just sit back and chill
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| Yep I do this for y’all, I don’t do this for me
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| If I ain’t have no bills, then I would do this for free
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| But I’ve got dreams of Maserati’s and tailor cuttin' a suit
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| And now they’re lookin' up to me, guess I’m tailor cuttin' the youth (laughs)
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| So pledge allegiance to the swag
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| Never break this party up or pledge allegiance to a badge
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| I love a power punch but there’s convenience in a jab
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| It’s all peace and love, but hate, and I’ll put grievance on your ass (laughs)
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| It’s like I’m teaching a class
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| Fuck poppin' bottles in the club I’d rather sneak it in a flask
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| Now there’s a lot of movements that’ll leave us in a flash
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| But believe me that we’ll be the ones to last/ so let 'em know… |