Fuck it,
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Ay,
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Do or Die, new arrival,
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Holla at my niggas,
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You survive you's alive, yo,
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Now either you follow me and ride, or you's a rival.
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The difference between you and I is you a model, you posing.
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But who am I though?
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The mulatto out for that lotto,
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Money coming soon, the newest model,
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Your crew is hollow,
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The type of niggas got more dick, chew and swallow.
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Your girl told me shoot in her face, she suicidal,
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Oh shucks, you niggas is closed, you fold up.
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I'm from the Ville, niggas get killed over four bucks,
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Thank God we made it, my niggas, we grown up,
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Now we crazy over that bread, call us the "dough-nuts," uh,
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More sluts once the money blows up,
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But them hoes stop if the dough drops,
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I won't stop though, a chip off the 'ol block.
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I'm from a city where niggas hole blocks,
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Leave you looking like old socks, damn,
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Cops patrol blocks, spotting on us,
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The boys is rotten, I know they want us,
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Probably arrest a nigga, get a bonus,
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You kill a nigga, get promoted,
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Shit is crazy, girls getting babies before they get diplomas,
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So much I just go nuts,
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Niggas telling me slow up,
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Remember that,
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I'm tryna get where that cheddar at,
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Y'all don't hear me,
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Always somebody that don't want you getting cheese, yo,
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This whole bullshit is like Tom and Jerry,
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I'm kinda very raw, niggas can't deny facts,
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If you black they sending you to jail or Iraq,
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Honor is something you can't sell or buy back,
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Niggas don't like bragging, they 9-11 fly cats,
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Hijack niggas, "Get up out your whip nigga, strip!
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I want it all- ice on your wrists and the kicks,"
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This shit happens, I ain't just rapping, believe it yo,
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They got streets in the city police won't even go,
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Peep it though, uh,
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It ain't no secret, niggas beefing cause my ego so big,
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It got me speaking like I'm diesel, like I'm devil, oh,
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Niggas know my stylo, I ain't tweaking, I am lethal though,
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Have your daddy looking for you,
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This ain't Finding Nemo though.
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Let me slow it down, dumb it down, y'all warned,
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The son came up out that womb, yo, a star is born.
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If real recognize real, y'all are foreign,
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My team run a play on your bitch and we all scoring, yea!
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Goin' Off
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| J. Cole |
