[Intro]
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Yeah
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Fresh off the motherfucking broadcast
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And I'm here, fuego nigga
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Yeah, hey, uh, it's happening fast
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Yeah, uh
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[Verse]
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I told niggas on the low, but they ain't hear it though
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Boy that man in the mirror is a miracle
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Hey wipe your face, momma told you no more tears would flow
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We eating better than we was a few years ago
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Send you Western Union on my pay day, a week later it's May day
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So you returned the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailors
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Bill collectors blowing us up, the couldn't fade us
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Bitch I made straight A's, go a¢æ?head, try and degrade us, haters
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But this one's funny: man one year later I was on them phones
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Collecting money, a lesson for me: everybody's got a story dog
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Unfortunately learned I can't do nothing for you dog
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I'm trying to run the whole game like a morning jog
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With hits like a porno blog
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Not hopping out to shower to make ten dollars an hour
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Ain't judging though, to each his own
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You pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent home
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More power to you, but a message to you fuck niggas
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I hope your kids grow up and never wanna fuck with you
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This punk nigga knocked up two hoes at the same time
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And told this nigga they was lying dog, they ain't mine
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That's cold blooded but ain't nothing new
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Same old, fuck it though, what's up with you?
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If you made it this far listening without skipping
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Then I gotta show love, don't worry I'm just venting
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The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission
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And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position
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Tuck that ass in and then I went and grabbed a pen
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And now you have it, words flowing like magic, it's truly accurate
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You niggas posing like some hoes up in a beauty pageant!
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Nobody touching me, it's like I got the cooties rapping
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Remember when we called niggas African booty scratchers?
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Yeah that was random, but man, so is life
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You grab your needle, grab your thread, and hope you sew it right
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I find myself fiendin' for a spot to go at night
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With the liquor flowing steady and the hoes polite
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The fast lane makes me reminisce on slower life
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The unabomber, bitch I'm blowing up over night (BOOM!)
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[Outro]
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Hey, yo, it's happening fast
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I say it's happening fast
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All the drama that I had to get past
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Will it last? Or will it pass?
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Just as quick as it came
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Hoes knowing my name
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Dog, welcome to fame
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I pray to God we don't change
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But even if you don't
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Most niggas look at you strange
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But I guess I can't complain (Hey)
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Hey man it's happening fast
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I say it's happening fast
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I say it's happening fast
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Unabomber
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J. Cole |