| Is he a myth is he the truth
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| Oh they said they six show me the proof
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| This ain’t no style, This ain’t no trend
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| I been like this since the begin-nin'
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| I been waiting on the rest of
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| These imitators to catch up
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| When they think you quiet you give um a melee
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| Bitch you guessed it come through with that Maco like yeah yeah
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| I don’t like fame, that shit lame
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| Never liked lames y’all niggas strange
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| The only person I can be is myself
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| That shit never took no help
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| When the smoke clears
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| And I look in the mirror
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| I don’t have nothing to fear cuz
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| They can’t be me
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| No way aye
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| The only person I can be is myself
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| That shit never took no help
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| Got dammit I love my haters
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| They complain bout the sound like neighbors
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| I know you niggas at the house workin
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| It’s just, Whatever happens stays there like Vegas
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| I took year for a hiatus
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| If I knew who I’d be a year later
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| Hi-C fruit punch no label
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| The same old juice gotta brand new flavor
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| Got the youth hooked like cables
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| We lookin at you niggas like stevie
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| I listen to you niggas like foxy
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| Oh That’s the reason this shit so easy
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| Pack got me tuned out No pitch correct
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| I hit my connect to get a disconnect
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| I’m on my you can get with this or you can get with that
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| Aye, and I don’t need no fuckin help for that
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| Every morning I wake with a chip on my shoulder
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| Like
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| I feel sleep eatin nachos on my sofa like
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| I know plenty chips will make bitches get so polite yah yah
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| Think bout the ones temporarily over hyped
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| You live for the day and they bury you over night
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| Not me nah nah fuck
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| So I stay true, POP, hold it down
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| Stayed me kept it proper
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| Any problem shit it ain’t no problem
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| Cause Whatchu want
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| My niggas got um
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| That ain’t me I’m non violent
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| But I can’t speak for everybody
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| And whatchall y’all sound like?
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| Everybody
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| And who y’all look like?
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| Everybody
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| And who gone top me?
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| Ain’t nobody bitch, aye |