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[Verse 1]I gotta be honest |
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Bragging was really not the mission |
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Only way that they'll listen excuse me if you hear a contradiction |
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Yea I had a chicken |
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She had gave me a proposition |
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She was in love till |
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I told her |
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French ain't my type of kissin' |
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Them execs was dissin when |
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I walked into that |
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Def Jam audition |
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Should've threw my watch in they face and then said its time to listen |
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Record label switchin |
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Grindin cause |
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I didn't have a pot to piss in |
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Feelin like |
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I was fishin' |
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It was eatin my food inside the kitchen |
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Before the second album |
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Sophomore jinx was just superstition |
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Who would've known that they would've been right |
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But I ain't trippin |
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Tryin to be an artist |
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While they repaint the composition |
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I need recognition |
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Recognize ain't no competition[Chorus] |
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They said we wouldn't make it |
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But now they copying the style that they said would never blow |
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Lord wasn't no complainin |
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And now it seems like everywhere |
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I goSteady crawlin |
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On them 4s(still crawlin) |
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On them 4s(still ballin) |
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On them 4s |
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Still crawlin on 4s mayne |
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On them 4s(still crawlin) |
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On them 4s(still ballin) |
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On them 4s |
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You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing[Verse 2] |
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Trying to hit em wit some knowledge |
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They gon' respond and say its garbage |
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If I say my cars is |
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Candy they tell ya he the hardest |
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Look at how you boys is |
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Talking bout cars in they garages |
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They just mirages if you believe em |
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You retarded |
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Ima grind regardless |
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Step in ya castle steal ya crown |
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Gotta give a pound |
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KJ and Nancy they still around |
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And I'm still the deepest |
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Spend my thesis you still will drown |
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And that X |
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XL dude that said |
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I would fail |
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YOU STILL |
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A CLOWNCant get a digit or live it how could you even grade me |
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I'm the one who pay me |
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Personally give me money daily |
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Completely crazy |
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Talk to the streets the streets obey me |
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Go ahead and hate me |
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I don't give a ' |
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F' like Weezy baby |
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The caddillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me |
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Swagga jackers that copy |
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I think ya swagger is sloppy |
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I was just a child in the streets till |
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I let Universal adopt me |
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But now I feel like |
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I'm the man |
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If they ever plannin' to drop me |
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A kitchen drawer wit the flow |
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Cause I'm sharp as a utensil |
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Bring any writer |
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I promise |
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I'll break him like a pencil |
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Any instrumental |
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Rappers cant keep up wit my mental |
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Cause they mental's simple |
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While my mental is monumental |
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Been had potential |
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Follow me cause of what |
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I went through |
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While haters jock me |
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Copy my image like a stencil |
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Don't try to jack me |
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Give a message to those that sent you |
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I bet the pistol show up in ya face like it's a pimple[Chorus] |
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They said we wouldn't make it |
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But now they copying the style that they said would never blow |
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Lord wasn't no complainin |
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And now it seems like everywhere |
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I goSteady crawlin |
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On them 4s(still crawlin) |
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On them 4s(still ballin) |
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On them 4s |
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Still crawlin on 4s mayne |
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On them 4s(still crawlin) |
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On them 4s(still ballin) |
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On them 4s |
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You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing[Verse 3] |
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Should've betted in my chain |
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That I'm better than the game |
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I don't mean the rapper |
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I mean every rapper that's in the game |
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This the little internet nerd that you say that |
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I gotta prove it to |
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Alicia keys |
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Keyshia cole |
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Oh! My dough is beautiful |
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I throw three thousand in the air just to snap a |
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PolaroidChamillinate anybody movin ya so destroyed |
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Ka-boom!Say |
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I'm dissin if you don't know the half |
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I'm digital download with the dough |
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You do the math |
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My money move |
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I get statements so |
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I can view my dollars |
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A one then a zero |
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Zero be leapin' all the commas |
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I can poke |
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I promiseBaby look dope as |
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Pocahontas |
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In the Bahamas |
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Countin money in my pajamas |
