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Intro 1
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Verse 1
was five years old,
I realized there was a road at the end
I would win lots of pots and gold
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Turn six, learn quick,
but I lose control around 7,
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the devil tried to bottle my soul,
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then at 8 or 9 I saw I had a crazy mind,
term 10,
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wrote my first lazy rhyme with no pen,
Bm
figured out I wasn't like them other
teacher asked me what I want to be
when I hit 21,
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I said I want to see 21,
start my own business,
stack funds and live life until my living is done,
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my teacher was stunned,
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I told her most people let 9 to 5's
define their lives,
look at my eyes I'm not the one, you see
I went from fragrances to pissy floors,
to when you sniff me
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A
you can smell the Christian Dior,
I went from breaking in my neighbor's Honda Accords,
to breaking records,
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laughing at the loot I made before.
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Right now all I gotta do is smile
at the opposite sex,
till I'm coppin' they checks
and I hop in they Lexus,
go shoppin' their necks,
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I'm massagin' they neck
and I'm sloppin' they breasts,
they be like, shy you the best,
but that's the worst
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cause all I need is a homegirl, friend, lover,
but I'm off in my own world,
Bm
learned from my brother, I re member it was just him,
granny, mom and me,
now this year,
I'm a Grammy nominee,
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looking I wasn't getting
love from the DJs
Had to sell verses on Ebay
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The industry thought that I was trying to BJ
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My family told me get a job at BJ's Hell nah,
cause I knew that I could spit ill
I'm in a race against time and it gets real
See this path I'm on,
it's like a track I'm on
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I'm running in a marathon
and trying to pay my sprint bill
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My father instilled something
when he left
Cause you stop living fast
when you witness slow death
It's sunny outside,
so how come my homeboy soon to be bride
keeps telling me she's wet that shit got me vexed now
F#m
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she's sending him a text saying i'ma get some rest
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while she kissing on my chest
start grinding like i'm pushing
tea and malice
told me since i'm a rapper
it just happens
i'm the shit and the shit it
hits the fan
there's so much power and
passion in my verses
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A
that my words may be louder than actions
i am not no bitter spitter
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killer killer dealing waiting,
writing it on Twitter
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I deliver shit to give you shivers
The internet got these beginners
in the game and winning
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Hip -hop is finished and I gotta wonder
Why these dudes are playing dudes
disguised as other dudes
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They rob a Downy and trap a Thunder
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People tell me I'm about to blow
Every time I leave the stage
when we rock a show
I'm thinking I need a kid,
they saying I need a hit
But what's a hit song without the dough
A donation without the
dough is a nation
That's third world,
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I'm Super Mario in the third world
Trying to get to H4, I left world 2
I should do a joke button
and film my girl too
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But I would rather save the princess
Dumb motherfucker nicknamed me incest
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I wanna live forever but it's not about fame
I believe in prayers but I gotta get paid
E
Even Creslo got a dollar in his name
If I wasn't me I'd be afraid
cause I think too much when I'm sober
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Betting on my self these days
I'm a high roller
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So nice, so mean, feelin' bipolar
Y 'all listen backwards, so I talk like Yoda
many records shy soul
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Punchlines, deep shit, metaphors
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fast he does with eyes closed
Enjoy, you will, to keep my soul
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I look to the world as it
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spins around
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Just don't let the spin get you
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down
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Incomprehensible
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Hold on tight and you'll
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last
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