The nerve of you, he'll sit and clip at your lines like he ain't heard of you...
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I seen it happen before, that man will murder you.
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The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar
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Tiptoe-in but the whole while clonin'
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The elephant's in the room, the bitch glowin'.
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Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn-in
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She walk like it's hers but the whole world knowin'.
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Told n?as it's the new god flow
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It's that new testament and that old god* knows
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And you new n?as don't get to pass GO
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I'll monopolize boardwalk empire flow
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So don't mention me in the same breath, I'm Genghis
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Just venting I never wish to be famous
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Truth told I'd much rather be strangers
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Before it leads to me turnin' niggas to angels
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Local niggas hatin' but I can't blame 'em
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Cleared the road to the riches but I can't pave 'em
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Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn't save 'em
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Better chance with a snowball hittin' Satan
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Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
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Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you
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when you muthaf?kers thought I would barely survive
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Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like they boss lords
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Fame such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores
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I'm just the one to send you off, bonjour
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See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint
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Skins vs blouses, you mirror Prince
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Chappelle Show, all of your Neal Brennans
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Sketch comedy, who is for real penning?
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The talk don't match the leather
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The swag don't match the sweaters
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And wolves don't walk with shepherds
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These Margiela verses all of you mall dwellers
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Off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers
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Coffins for my old bitches' orphans
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Daddy's MIA like a dolphin
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Play the Fendi bucket like a sharks fin
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Cool J-ing on you bitches but I'm dark-skinned
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We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by At the US Open, there's much more to Queens
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Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene
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Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
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Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you
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when you muthaf?kers thought I would hardly survive
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Push... no shots... but nothing goes unseen
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Don't Fuck With Me
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| Pusha T |
