| Okay everybody move
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| Cause I’ve been playin' 'round, but now I’m coming through
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| So if you ever hated on me, cool I’ll be fine
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| 'Cause now you’re lookin' at me like who the fuck am I?
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| Well bitch my name is YYYYY-O-N-A-S
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| Bitch my name is YYYYY-O-N-A-S (flyer than a muhfucka')
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| Yeah my name is YYYYY-O-N-A-S
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| Bitch my name is YYYYY-O-N-A-S (flyer than a muhfucka')
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| Is this life? |
| is this life?
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| Everything that I envisioned is starting to become everything I’m living this
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| is nice
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| Just my thoughts, and my mic
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| That’s a beautiful collision, when I get to stitchin' verses, I leave earth I’m
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| out of sight
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| Then I look down down from that birds eye view
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| And I get to brainstorming with them words I drew
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| And it’s never just a drizzle it’s a mothafuckin shower
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| Well equipped with thunder so you know my buzz is getting louder
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| Hello Mom, how’re you doing? |
| sorry I’ve been on the road
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| I’m just trying to make you proud, and let everybody know
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| That you raised a fuckin' star you can see it in my glow
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| So I’m out here gettin' money and the respect that I’m owed like…
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| Ayo the youth obviously need a savior I swear
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| And they’ve been sayin' it’s me
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| Cause they can see that I care
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| They see the jewelry, and the gear, all the things that I wear
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| But they also see that I’m drama free I keep my head clear
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| I am the last one left, if y’all don’t see that you’re deaf
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| That means that your ears are blind
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| I really couldn’t care less
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| My hand keeps jotting these notes, and my feet keep taking these steps
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| And my voice keeps spewing these thoughts
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| And these thoughts keep taking your breath
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| So hello Mom, how’re you doing? |
| sorry I’ve been on the road
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| I’m just trying to make you proud, and let everybody know
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| That you raised a fuckin' star you can see it in my glow
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| So I’m out here gettin' money and the respect that I’m owed like… |