[Verse 1:]
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I can't be bothered with paying homage to forefathers
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See the future like the car show floor models
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Both feet in the snow so that my core follows
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We don't mourn for the dead, nigga, we pour bottles
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Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos
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Started with similac powder in a baby bottle
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The formula is warning ya
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Crack kills offerings to the coroner
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Kill my eldest brother? nigga, I'll be damned
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Gator at my momma's house, welcome to zombie land
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A hustler's paradise, a lucky pair of dice
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Down 40 but a streak will have you square by night
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Didn't bat an eye I at it, kept the poker face
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Cause the batter I add had the coca base
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When you get to heaven's door they won't hold a space
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If you numb like the flesh on a smoker's face
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There's no feeling like your bitch chin chilling right
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You in Italian leather and you four wheeling right
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You know you're up when you count a quarter million right
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And if you down you can slang it like a pillow fight
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I'm a wizard at it, nigga, here's the magic
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Make a small town feel like I throw a blizzard at it
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Get the green from the scale like a lizard had it
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Bare with me as I unveil this instant classic
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[Hook:]
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Yes! My God! My God! My God!
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Yes! My God! My God! My God!
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Yes!
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[Verse 2:]
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The Second Coming is in the second verse
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The first coming still here, so I'll need a hearse
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I got a voodoo doll every time I pen a verse
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Not only do they say the feel it but say it hurts
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No pain, no gain, nigga
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They say I'm heating up a¢æ¡° welcome to the flame, nigga
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No matter the success, still the same nigga
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I only change when the new body came, nigga
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Aerodynamic, roof panoramic
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My credit score let the dealer take full advantage
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Paid over sticker price, cash under handed
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The 012 a year early, I'm a time bandit
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Got a time manage when you heaving snow
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Able to drop it all at 30 and be free to go
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Only deal with divas on a need to know
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And what you need to know is when you need to go
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They'll be no waiting, I have no patience
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This is the end for all my unrecognized greatness
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I'm here now, nigga, pardon my lateness
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You can hear in every bar and every cadence
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It's the new god flow, ain't it
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The last supper for you niggas now repainted
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Take position on the chess board and rearrange it
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Face to face with the truth, get reacquainted
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[Hook:]
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Yes! My God! My God! My God!
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Yes! My God! My God! My God!
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Yes!
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My God
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| Pusha T |
