[Drake:]
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Yeah, 9th Wonder! Don't judge me man
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They tend to say that us rappers are materialistic
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They say we lack substance
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Me, 'Te and El' bout to prove 'em wrong though
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[Chorus: Drake]
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Uh, we know what you're thinking love
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You think we out smoking and drinking love
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Pushing big whips, chains clinking love
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But y'all don't really know me like you think you know me
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We know how you speculate
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Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date
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Claim we're early and be showing up extra late love
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But y'all don't really know me like you think you know me
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[Drake:]
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Uh, El' be saying that I'm humble, I'm hella nice
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For that I've been approached to sign to Roc-A-Fella twice
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Haters tell you all the rumors they heard
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And we laugh soon as you come and tell me like I'm Ellen Brice
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My groove theory is that when you too cheery
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They try to bring you down to the level they at
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Well when they are all unhappy, then it gets a little sticky
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That's why I am Little Nicky to these devils in rap
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But, uh, they ain't thinking Drake get smart girl
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Nah, they probably think I'll break your heart girl
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Haha, I can't lie, you probably right about it
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And if you give me the ass quick, I'll probably write about it
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But I hate it when they judge me on how I sound
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I mean I spit that influential shit from my town
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I don't know why you sitting on the couch
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When you see I got a bed, bring your ass here and lie down
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You think taking your purse off
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Will lead to me, you taking shirts off and then your skirt off
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At least I got status because I could've been a local emcee
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And you probably would've been worse off
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So I'm a take this hat off, and I'm a hit it till I backs off
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And then I'm back sorrowful
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Cause you thinking you can predict what happen
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You the reason I'm thinking I'm getting sick of rapping
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[Chorus]
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[Phonte:]
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You probably think I walk around with my gun tucked and
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Swang dick to these hoes like nunchucks
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Well, you can think what you want but
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I think you've been watching too much BET: Uncut
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You need to get real and check out my real life
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I ain't a tip-trail, don't care what it smell like
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But if you feel like putting all your notions aside
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And talking to a real nigga, I'd gladly oblige
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First name Phonte, I'd be pleased to date ya
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College educated, got degrees in papers
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But I'm from the South where if you ain't snapping
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Or rapping bout trapping youse a freak of nature
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Such an anomaly, speak so well
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And talk so collegy, such an astonishing
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Contrast to all the bullshit you've been following
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On behalf of them, I offer my apologies
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Maybe with me you'll unlearn
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Putting all niggas in a box of concerns
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Me, cause I ain't dumb, shit I'm well reared/red like sunburn
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And after me you'll never leave no stone unturned, uh, c'mon
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[Chorus]
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[Elzhi:]
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They say you never judge a book by it's cover
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Though you appear as materialistic, just like the others
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So I followed your words to take 'em in
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And I don't see what you saying so they coming off paper thin
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That's when I felt that I would need to
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Do more than just look you up and down to see if I could read you
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And try to get inside your head only
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Not just stick my fingers in your middle to get you to spread for me
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So what I learned on my path to discover?
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Your story took one ugly turn after another
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I saw we wasn't on the same page
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I would've gave you strong play but your words rubbed me the wrong way
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So now I'm closing the case
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You only out for the paperback that's written all over your face
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No El' will never judge a book by it's cover
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Until he seen what was in between and looked at what lies are under
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[Chorus]
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Think Good Thoughts
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Drake |