We gonna need more than a block, we monopolizing
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Nah, I'm not rapping, I'm prophesizing
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Quite simply, seat back, diamond white Bentley
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Approach it I might empty, since I never gave a FUCK
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Ain't nothing you can say that might offend me
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Not when only reason shorty's in the ride is to ? me
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When you do a little better they begin to hate ya
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So I keep animals with me, it's just in my nature
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If you don't wanna hear the real then I ain't finna make ya
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You just keep hearing what's coming from them incinerators
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But when they show the hatred is when you know you made it
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Me, I been to hell and back the shit is over rated
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But every day could be your last, so if trouble met me
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He'll be with a few of viagras and a couple beckys
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You want a crash course? Know the damages
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I promise y'all that if I got high I'd smoke Canibus
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From best to worst, from legend to barely here
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Since they repo'd your prime this shit ain't really fair
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Losing his mind, somebody better set him straight
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Lost Buckingham Palace, now it's Section 8
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In '012 why rep that hard?
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And who the fuck dug him up from Wyclef's backyard?
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But off him, not a part of you is trife
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And you can't afford the drama when your Arsenal's a knife
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No heart in you to survive, nigga living like an orphan
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Beefing bout New Jersey but you living in New Orleans
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I ain't even got to stab you, far from a threat
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I don't get why a Hitman felt he needed to Holla at you
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Come to rapper shit, you real bad at matching wits
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I'm better with a badder bitch, how I'm not the catalyst?
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When the shots finish flying I bury the biscuit
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I fall off the same day Tyler Perry'll miss it
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But what stifles me is how you sit back and idly
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Call this a rivalry when your idle's me
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How you throw a shot at everything you try to be?
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Sad part is nothing in your life coincides with me
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Now tell me that's your strategy son
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The clip's extended, they looking like Natalie Nunn
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Sayin' we can blow the shotties how is he supposed to stop me?
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As a hobby I get high inhaling decomposing bodies
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And if you decide to cross Joe, I'll be waiting with a crossbow
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And feed his torso to my baby cane corso
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Shit has gone far enough, it's time to finish this
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Should stop starting chess matches 'gainst the limitless
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Friends with my foes so my peers are annoyed
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Everyday they just watch me cry tears of joy
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I don't care for the ploy, came up from being hella broke
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You think the fans are buying music, I'm selling hope
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Here's some insight homie, fuck making a friend
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My funeral gonna be by invite-only
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By chance I'm going to hell maybe for selling dope
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I want my own table sectioned off with a velvet rope
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Might want to see Heaven, might need a telescope
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A girl to restock anytime the wine cellar's low
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Bottle service, maybe a couple whores
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High ceilings, flat screens and double doors
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I'm not a cult member, I'm not a worshipper
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Just a Jers nigga tryin'a have a couple words with her
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Strollin' through the hood till she seem outta place
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Used to niggas blowing her up that'll cling to her waist
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Me, I've never been a nigga that a fiend had to chase
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Ask for gucci all you gonna get is cream to the face
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So I put my G stacks up against your little weed stash
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A one time only event, won't get a recap
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Aim it at his knee caps, have niggas in your crib
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When you get home, your lil' girl in the back they think it's TCAP
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So y'all can put all the blaming on me
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But keep in mind this is training for me
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Spring Training
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Joe Budden |