[Verse 1:]
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In one short year, I've turned dreams to nightmares
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Let the gods of the game know I'm right here
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To you new muthafuckas, Buzz Lightyears
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Ahead of y'all, so be careful on that tightrope
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I inspire all the rappers that you might quote
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Lookin' down on you niggas like white folk
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You're entitled to believe all your high hopes
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When you can fool anybody with the right hoax
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Let you sing to 'em, emotionally cling to 'em
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With no pillow, you just sellin' a dream to 'em
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Weakest niggas throwin' shots, I just lean through 'em
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I just laugh at 'em, fuck is he doin'?
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[Hook:]
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I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it [x3]
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It's so obvious; in my clothes you can smell it
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[Verse 2:]
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Take a glimpse of my life as I walk through it
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Powder everywhere, like I drug the chalk through it
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Catty-corner penthouse as I park-view it
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Hit the jackpot; bulls-eye, dart through it
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Music; I talk through it, it's an art to it
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Let the critics praise, let the charts do it
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As I burn through this money, no thought to it
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[?]
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I just shop through it; cook and chop to it
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Move Heavy D; I shewop [?] to it
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We got our own thing; drop the top to it
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This is block music; Wacka Flock to it
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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I'm so raw, runnin' from the law
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A nigga got rich from what yous sort through a straw
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Here to raise the bar; chain, no flaws
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Say it's whiplash when I let my neck thaw
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In that two-door, no rims on the car
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The hate is so thick, you can cut it with a saw
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See what I saw, the best getting better
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Look, but can't touch; I'm a muthafuckin' leper
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Q-dog steppa, Stomp The Yard better
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K-I-L; I'm just waiting on a letter
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Oh, there it is; let the triple beam measure
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Re-Up is the gang and we bettin' whatever
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[Hook]
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So Obvious
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| Pusha T |
