Tonart: E minor
Verse 1
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Yo!
Trim!
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They say I can't play with words,
but I think I've got a way with words
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And I think I'm a nine, say the word,
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MC's try and rob me
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And get away with words,
but I'm a play with words
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Till there's none left and trim's
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the most rated word
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I'ma make it work,
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I ain't gonna fall off like them and start taking work
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Nah, it's the rate I work,
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five mixtapes, spate of work
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You can love it, you can hate the work,
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either way it's called paperwork
Paperwork,
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it don't matter who plays it first
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Writes it second or sprays it first
I'ma moff to these lady buds
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Life's shitty, all I do is make things worse
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You can take
Trim's verse,
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write it down like it ain't been heard
Like we ain't had a clash and
you ain't been murked
Like it never happened and
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it can't get worse
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GBH first, robbery second, burglary first
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Don't come out in white,
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you'll be a burgundy blur
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Chattin' shit about
herbally hard blood
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Trim ain't real, herbally hard
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See em on the corner in
they bloody deep blood
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When they clash against me
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you need to murder me first
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Rap me second, seat with my butt
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They're the only ways of winning,
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don't be spitting a verse
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Your friends will get you murdered
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Don't listen to them, don't be fooled,
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don't be thinking of gym
Don't be writing bars,
subconsciously thinking of trim
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Writing rhymes is the simplest thing
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Anyone can do it, that's
the problem I think
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Got a bunch of weirdos that don't
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Probably know who I am,
probably know where I live
Probably didn't see me round
when we was rollin' as kids
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that I will open slaves
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Gassin' away, just hopin' to win
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Chattin' shit, just hopin' I trip
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I ain't about to pull, it ain't about my lips
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It ain't about my hair,
it ain't about my whip
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We ain't about to clash, I ain't about to spit
J 'von's real, I can vouch for
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He might shank you up ,
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I don't know what you thought it was
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What drugs you've taken,
what brought this on?
Everybody's rough, I'm talking's long
I'm
Trim, I don't care who
you thought you was
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Look, they say I can't play with words
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But I think I've got a way with words
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And I think I'm nine, say the word
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MC's try an d rob me and
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get away with words
But
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I'mma play with words
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until there's none left
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Trim's the most hated word
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I'ma make it work,
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I ain't gonna fall off like them and start taking work
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It's the way I work,
Outro 1
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