Giving you a selection of perfection
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No need to question why I leave these other vatos with manic depression
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Missdirection, leaving them guessing and leaving them stressing
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And leave them sketching their next lesson, did I mention I'm not resting
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Until they feel my agression, my profession is positive
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Competative and negetive, leave holmes sedated like a sedative
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Hypnotize, mesmerize, I got more swirls in my eyes, swirls in my eyes
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You're getting sleepy, trying to stay up and it's burning your eyes
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Hurting your eyes, look at all the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes
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You keep on screaming but they still ain't even hearing you
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Guys begging for attention, attention
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Homey I was writting rhymes back in seventh grade in detention
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I have to send those fools back to the drawing board
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Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored
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Making me snore, I won't be listening to that no more
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You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more
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Hoping you don't have no more
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Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one
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Got so many styles homeboy, go ahead and pick one
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I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them
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Pick which one you like and ride with any of them
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Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one
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Got so many styles homeboy, go ahead and pick one
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I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them
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Pick which one you like and ride with any of them
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Simon, you brought more time but what you saying
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Quit saying the same thing over, it's over
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My rhymes are tighter and wiser as I get older
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Look over your shoulder, I'm colder than Porter
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Way of life like a solar system
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Can't take the heat then get your ass out the kitchen
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You got three minutes to make your distance
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Cuz I'm blowing up this motherfucker and everything in it
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Beginning to finish it, ain't nobody the sinnest
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And you fucking hynas acting like you're a highness
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You were a ten, with your attitude minues six
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Now you're just a four, stupid whore I'd fuck on the floor, bitch
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Who in the fuck do you think you are, walking around like some kind of star
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It feels good, real good, when you take that fucking feeling too far
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Oh man, Lil' Rob all up in the canton
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When I'm on the microphone they call me Ese Patron
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Someone stop me, nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone
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I'm feeling good, I'll feel this way until the thrill is gone
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Hey I can't trust nobody, not even a fucking friend of me
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I've gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy
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People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it
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Patience, had a little bit but I just ran out of it
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Just like my respect for you, it's hard being me
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I could tell you a million times but you still ain't hearing me
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You need to open your fucking eyes cuz you still ain't seeing me
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My style's firme, homey there ain't no beating me, no defeating me
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They call me selfish, oh well greedy
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Ain't nobody gonna take care of me but me
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You said that they said something thing, you said that I said something
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Making something out of nothing, Lil' Rob don't say nothing
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Ain't that something, how they think this is a fun thing
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Time to fucking end you, make you a fucking done thing
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You do dumb things, no explanations for your actions
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Actions speak louder than words, don't say a word motherfucker
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So Many Styles
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Lil' Rob |