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Hook: Joell Ortiz (scratches) |
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Dat sound good right there |
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(Verse 1: Royce da 5'9") |
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I'm just a - I'm just a - Yeah |
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I'm just a - I'm just a - |
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(Dat sound good right here) |
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I'm just a regular chilling with thugs and legends |
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I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete |
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I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven |
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Somebody nudge the reverend |
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Tell him I'm selling a white girl like I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings |
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All of these hugs and kissy emojis killin' my foe, G |
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All of these soldiers killin' 'em for me |
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I told her I'ma chill, but still I'm a OG |
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Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady |
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I asked if she'd rather deal with adultery |
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Or would she rather deal with my cold feet |
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That's a wild question |
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May the best man win and may I be the best man that I can be |
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Everywhere I'm at but my wedding |
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Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic |
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Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic |
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You're gonna die, dammit |
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I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio like I'm tryna say "homicide" in Spanish |
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My nigga Joell Ortiz said... |
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(Hook) |
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(Verse 2: Ab-Soul) |
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I'm in tip-top condition, with a hustler's ambition |
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I'm sick of hip-pop, I should be in the damn kitchen |
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Whippin' somethin' potent for the chosen clientele |
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All the smoke that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell |
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But that's a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you |
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I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the soil |
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Toyin' with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dawg |
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You know it's backwards to go against God, dog |
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Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series |
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Steve Jobs died, now the world Siris |
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(I respect you) and that's serious as a heart attack |
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I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact |
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In fact, you gassed up like you're hard to match |
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Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains |
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I'm the leader of this game, old school or new |
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Old Soul, but my shoes is new |
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(Hook) |
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(Verse 3: Mac Miller) |
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A bunch of poison in my blood stream |
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Now it's gettin' ugly, I must be another junky |
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How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm goin' crazy |
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Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti |
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Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple |
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Take drugs you high enough to juggle with some space shuttles |
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Your worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air |
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Inhale, exhale (that sound good right there) |
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Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial man |
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Born an idea, was never a man |
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I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Preemo |
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Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat |
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I'm spittin' on the face of Vevo |
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You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you |
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I ain't human, more a movement of illusions |
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Live from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em (Boom) |
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(Hook) |
