I¡¯m kinda the reason the people still believe in rappers medium
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Even if you need em to consider this evening was teasin easin
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These pills mind your peace, accusing abusing
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Dope lines, I got resolve in using
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This is leaky fosset rap
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Once I start spittin I¡¯m feelin
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My little New York studio, apartment to the ceiling
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You can¡¯t stop me from pinning everything I touch
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Not exactly Midas but I might just start to care enough
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Ladies and gentlemen, everything¡¯s fine
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Everything¡¯s fine, everything¡¯s fine
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The kids are alright, they had dinner on time
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Dinner on time, dinner on time
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This ain¡¯t the bullshit that we feed em
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Is where did racker bringin it back to packin
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Mackin back in the act, smackin a rapper to back in the facts
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It¡¯s a little favor just for you sup on
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And give you a taste of the things we grew up on
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I spit the hardest, your favorite artist
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I come the hardest, that¡¯s what you say
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Said I¡¯m good looking, foreign from Brooklyn
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Cause I¡¯m so big, that¡¯s what she said
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Uh you so deep, your lyrics are crazy
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I really feel it, that¡¯s what she said
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That¡¯s what she said, that¡¯s what she said
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That¡¯s what she said, that¡¯s what she said
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Take me where I ain¡¯t never been and there ain¡¯t very hard to find
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Like where the wild things are, my style is so bizarre
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Yea I know I got you open like a door is a jar
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And in the jar was sticky pain from the dispensary
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Pristine, my jeans are clean, I mean neatly
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And the roof is future blew in the face just like the beast
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And my Timberlands were stomping like my niggas on the east
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We all codies to the god, peace to the queen
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But my tux is fully laced, that later place where I¡¯ll be doing my thing
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I say my grace for eat apples like an appetizer
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Bitch they off my naked here, take somewhere the sanitizer
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So analyze the vandalizer that¡¯ll brutalize ya
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Rank is an abused rapper like I was your supervisor
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I smoke my BD¡¯s like blowin CD¡¯s about my window
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Can see these rappers fuckin up my yellows
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I need a Q tip, fuck on Alicia Noby
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So I can find a way so I can finish up my story
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On the world tour, with Sneakas my man
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Fuckin each and every bitch with my dick in my hand
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I spit the hardest, your favorite artist
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I come the hardest, that¡¯s what you say
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Said I¡¯m good looking, foreign from Brooklyn
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Cause I¡¯m so big, that¡¯s what she said
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Uh you so deep, your lyrics are crazy
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I really feel it, that¡¯s what she said
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That¡¯s what she said, that¡¯s what she said
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That¡¯s what she said, that¡¯s what she said
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Yo I mean I¡¯m tryna tell ya man, that¡¯s what she said
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She fuckin lyin
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She did not lie
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She promised!
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That bitch is a crackhead
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That bitch is not exactly that¡¯s my best friend you¡¯re talkin about
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You know what? That¡¯s not even a bitch, that¡¯s a shim, that¡¯s a tranny bitch
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That is not a shim
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Her Adam¡¯s apple was so small
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That¡¯s what she said
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That is what she said
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Whatever, I¡¯m just telling you
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I¡¯m your friend
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I¡¯m your friend, I¡¯m not gonna lie to you
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I¡¯m your friend, you paid for her
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I didn¡¯t know the bitch was a tranny
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I didn¡¯t know she¡¯s a shim
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You could¡¯ve said
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But what did he tell you?
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I mean what did he say?
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She said her name was Joy
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No, that¡¯s what he said
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That uh, that¡¯s the agreement
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(That¡¯s what she said, that¡¯s what she said)
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We¡¯re good
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That¡¯s what she said
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Yea
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Uh uh and the best album of forever.. ever
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An Oscar goes to Oscar the chef
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T.W.S.S.
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