How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none.
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No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one.
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So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk
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Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke
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I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke
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Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
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And guess what?
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That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language
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But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho
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Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco
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Bunch of trash inbetween hooks
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Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks
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Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together
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See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera
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I rhyme hotter and I say it better
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I'm a winter cold war
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I'm a product of the Regan Era
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Day thinkin till the page inkin'
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My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln.
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Fam I don't know what they thinkin
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These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin
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I'm a boss not a loss yet
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You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette
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I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet
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I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
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Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
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I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
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You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets
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Local boy, when's the last time you all left?
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I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next
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Last month Canada, before that? Europe
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I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup
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Every time I write it's another flight
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Another whore with my kids on her underbite
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Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic
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Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right
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I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates
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Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate
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Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape
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King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape
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But the sky ain't the limit
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I could teleport through my mind any minute
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Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit"
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All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid
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I'm outta this world - don't belong here
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What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair?
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Family, you niggas got it twisted
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Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit
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Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin
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Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position
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When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision
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From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin
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Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted
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Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork
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And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk
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Dick in my hand I'm pissed off
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But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross
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One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent
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Underneath the shades on a Project park bench
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Superman when I grip the Mic
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The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite
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From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight
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Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite
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You'll become a little memory, gigabyte
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Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right
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Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire
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You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite
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Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain
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If I don't put them on a track I would go insane
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Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy
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And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady
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With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist
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Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip
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Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand
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I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram
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I live the life of a rock-star
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They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car
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Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen
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Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10'
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My peers know I'm gonna win.
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This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in
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I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath
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I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask
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I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh
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All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass
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Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain
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