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You over did it homes |
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(laughing) |
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Don't play games with J cause you'll see |
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On the sidelines your fans be on mine (Repeat) |
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It's been a long time coming |
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But the blood doesn't flow with the wait |
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As we dead all the damn debate |
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Anticipate this change gon come |
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You damn straight |
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Non stop till my name preceded by the great |
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I get around like digital Pac |
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And been around like the ice cream truck on your block |
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And hold it down with a squirt gun deep in your sink |
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Spittin around tight wisdom making you think |
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If you around light sweetheart you can reflect |
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Don't put it down cause you need art you can respect |
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I know it sound not quite like what you expect |
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Type underground meaning not just after the check |
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If you predict this mist you can hardly detect |
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Will draw you up plus six then you stand correct |
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Lost and found no joke if you sleep or neglect |
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Then suck a dick till it's poking out the back of your neck |
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Now bring it in |
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I heard nice guys finish last |
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But see this theory doesn't quite explain the reason I'm |
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Letting y'all rat racers leave the gate ahead of time |
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And still politely waiting for you at the finish line |
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Some people find it so amazing how I put a rhyme |
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Together and bring it to life like Dr. Frankenstein |
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I hope you can handle the truth cause see I'm frank with mine |
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So it be seeming like I'm actin kinda stank at times |
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But see my lines are built for battle like a tank design |
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Runnin through obstacles like popeye through spinach time |
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I got some rules and regulations to diminish crime |
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And if you follow em you could become a friend of mine |
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Some catch amnesia with their lyrics and remember mine |
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Then they forget that it's a tool I use to speak my mind |
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But then they even got the nerve to try to freak my rhymes |
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But they get ate like they was paint and I was turpentine |
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Now bring it in |
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It's been a long time going |
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But you still got a bounce in your neck |
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Till your problems feel neglect |
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It's incorrect if you still detect all of the stress |
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From the folks that expect to divide your check |
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See that's the shit that be making you think |
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Soon as your ship comes in you'll be ready to sink |
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The mind state got some scared of leaving their block |
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Phobiatic they'll be going out like Biggie and Pac |
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Now meanwhile some will swing it and it come out great |
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Find a shorty give you wop till you can't see straight |
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Tell her bounce in the morning she won't even debate |
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Call her back next night and she just can't wait |
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Peep the former home alone now he feel irate |
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Trying to front upon the style that the Live create |
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You hear the same word twice and wanna file a complaint |
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Well check the order of the line that'll set things straight |
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Now bring it in |
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