(feat. B.o.B & Joi)
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[Verse One: Big Boi]
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The rhymes I designed are truly unrefined
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Like diamonds with a spec of blood dug up out a mine
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Flows flood between the ears right behind my eyes
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Giving birth to lines, soul searching for the prize
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I take my time when deciding what to write
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Like the SAT while these other niggaz bite
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Underated and mostly hated but got a lot of fight
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Like a player, play the background, fuck the spotlight
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Night night, I recite when I step up to this mic
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Reputation trump tight like the husband want a wife
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Stay sharp as broken glass, get busted on or smashed
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When your ass cross paths with this half of the Kast
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[Chorus One: B.o.B + (Big Boi)]
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It's bed time, bed time
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Tuck yourself I can tell that you're terrified
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Check my record you'll see that I'm verified
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(Nobody want none) I terrorize
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(Don't nobody want none) Now you're terrified
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(Nobody want none of this here) It's bed time
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[Big Boi talking]
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Yeah this where second vers supposed to go
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I don't think I need to hit ya'll with another verse
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But, I think I might, because I like to destroy shit
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[Verse Two: Big Boi]
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There's no time to retreat and no surrender
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Been ready for battle General Patton's no beginner
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I keep it all Madden, I call the play then execute for the W
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Leave the rest of you destitute, now put that money up
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Oh and your content is nonsense; How you expect to
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get it a little resitution with all this ghetto flaugin
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Snow, that's for tobaggans, no won't be no pardons
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Or bargains, three striked then you +Yank+ed up like +A. Rod+
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and, uh, with no apartments, you got no home to run to
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You snitching on yourself and no its your front they come through
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Without a tap on your phone
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The only thing they had to do is listen to raps on your songs...
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[Chorus Two: Joi + (Big Boi)]
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Lights out, the time for the nighty night's overude
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This is the final countdown to your swan song, you are through
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All wack emcees and posers this is going out to you
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Fuck boys will drop their jaws and all because here something new
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(Something new, something new) ooooh-ooooh-oh-ooooh
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(Something new, something new)
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[Verse Three: Big Boi]
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Straight out the plastic, like a pair of footies, no show
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My nigga you can't no see me and thats for sho, four door
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Any kind of Cadillac I go slow, what I'm smoking on
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Some of that chokehold, no low, no mid
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Top of the line pine, because I blow big, been here for a while
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Your momma likes my style, and so do your kids
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I know you love it, cuz a hater loves to hate
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You need me like a junkie needs a razor blade and plate
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I'm dope nigga
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[Chorus One]
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[Chorus Two]
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Night Night
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| Big Boi |
