| A mastermind, I mastered time
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| I put in work, it’s overtime
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| I’m bout my nickels and my fucking dimes
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| Ion’t rap because I mastered rhymes
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| Pull up on your bitch in my spaceship hella smoking
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| Yeah we loc’n and you know we stay lit
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| Man I’m posted and she scoping, so I know she want the dick
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| Got her open, now she hopin'
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| That I take her to the crib
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| But I ain’t no lame and I got game I could’ve played for the Hurricanes
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| But I’m in the booth, thinking money finna make it rain
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| I don’t need no fucking chain, all I need is my fucking brain
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| «S» on my chest, I’m hard as steel
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| Grippin' woodgrain
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| They don’t understand (they don’t)
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| I’m feeling good, I was born the man
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| Bitches on demand, money in my hand
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| So I flex on you
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| Nike nigga, I put the check on you
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| I might spit on you
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| Let my fucking pit on you
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| Shit on you
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| You pitiful
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| Who is he? |
| I get rid of you
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| You get ridicule
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| You miniscule
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| I’m andre the giant
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| I’m fighting a lion
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| I’m king of the Zion
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| The lyrical God
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| My bars are so hard
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| You can’t defy it
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| You can’t deny it, no UFO
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| You see me flying
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| We came to riot
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| Niggas dying, babies crying
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| Ain’t no lying, keep it real
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| When you in the field
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| Smoking blunts, sipping 40s
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| Yeah I’m on chill, ILL
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| Yung Simmie! |