Whuddup'tho
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Check it out, it's the end of the beginning
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The end being of like10 years ago when I first started rapping
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All I wanted to do was make shit
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Get it to people; see what they thought
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And see how they felt about it, get my props or whatever
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Now it's the end of that
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cause now I gotta do in-stores, photo shoots, interviews
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(You guys come over here!)
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Check the head with the fucking reps, man
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And now it's like, it's not about you and me anymore
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My job is to get it to the people, not the people who diss me
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But the people who are feeling me, give you the
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soundtrack for your life (For you)
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[Verse 1]
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Now when I came to the game I was wet behind the ears
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All I had was some raps that I wanted y'all to hear
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Straight low budget I was underground thuggin' it
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You think I gave a fuck about a publicist? (NO!)
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You think I gave a fuck if you dubbed this shit? (NO!)
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Now the industry is runnin' this underground shit (What?)
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The industry is runnin' this underground shit (Oh!)
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Now what that means is my crew wants a street team
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My crew wants a video so they can be seen
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And that was my dream since I was pre-teen
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But as I got older and the world got colder
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Reality swooped and put the dreams over
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Now I'm content with the mastery of words
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Realize the importance is just being heard
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By fans who love you and you love them
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And honestly it's love that moves this pen
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[Chorus 2X]
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It's about me!
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It's about you!
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[Verse 2]
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Now what I'm trying to say is fuck a middle man
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I just wanna make music and get it in your hands
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All the bullshit in between is senseless
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Just to get to you I gotta hop a few fences
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Interviews, record pools, managers, checker fools
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Lawyers, logos, contracts, promos, photos
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Conference, contracts, constant combat
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The psycho's cycle burnin' me out
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I just wanna rock the mic and turn the party out
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Earn a little clout with the butter in my mouth
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But all the politics and bullshit make me wanna shout
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(MOTHERFUCKER!! *growling under his voice*)
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So an unintelligible rebel with a flow
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So if y'all wanna step to my level then fa'sho
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Let's go, strap bombs, lap on, kick com
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Do what you wanna do 'cause it's all about you
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Verse 3]
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Look, I don't do it for my wealth I do it for myself
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And the moment you pick this up up off the shelf
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See, you chose me and that means a lot
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Work hard for your money and this is what you bought
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Divine expert so far my best work
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Is yet to be seen, but I'm steppin' to the green
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With a putter in my hand spreadin' butter over bland
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Was just another fan, now I'm addin' to the plot
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Not thinking I'm the man 'cause I have what I got
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Knowing you can lose it all in just one shot
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But like I said I'm on the green staying down to earth
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L.A. is the set, MidTown's the turf
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But I'm speaking to the world when I pound this verse
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Right through this mic into your ears
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Took less than a second for me to get here
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So forget your fears, and peep this here
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[Chorus 2X]
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By the way, Chris Kinney get thicka for a nigga, c'mon
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*Drum beat. . . make you feel the drum beat*
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You And I
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Murs |