(Verse)
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Yo I¡¯m back on the road, 50 cities a Tour
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I gave you all the transition, y¡¯all like ¡°give me some more!¡±
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I don¡¯t speak in opinion, homie I speak from the facts
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When I say I¡¯m the realest and I just happen to rap.
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The shark breaking the tank, the mogul breaking the bank
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These rappers stealing my flow, so I¡¯m the one they should thank.
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But they can mimic my soul as long as they give me their props
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I¡¯ll keep chasing the game as long as they give me the top.
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I came from that park bench, but now I¡¯m the black clark kent
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Instead of a cab it¡¯s a limo when I transform, cause I need dark tints.
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Imagine the pressure I see, man how could this be?
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They closed the door on my genre, now they say I¡¯m the key.
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I can talk to the ladies, and I can talk to the G¡¯s,
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I can address the nation and I can walk over seas.
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And to them A&R¡¯s that were looking for gold
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Instead of looking for image, you should have looked for my soul, so let ¡®em know.
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(Hook)
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Lookin¡¯ hot girl, this yo¡¯ jam, drop it to the flow,
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When you bring that shit back up just let them muhfuckas know
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This ain¡¯t no pop-shit,
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So let the clock spin.
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Lookin¡¯ hot girl, this yo¡¯ jam, drop it to the flow,
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When you bring that shit back up just let them muhfuckas know
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This ain¡¯t no pop-shit,
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Just let the clock spin.
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(Verse)
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Yo my lyrics precise, name a nigga this nice
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And still humble as ever, never thought my dreams would see light.
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But now my dreams are so real, yep they¡¯re no longer surreal
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Told you I¡¯m killin¡¯ rappers, so nigga just sit back and chill.
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Yep, I do this for y¡¯all, I don¡¯t do this for me
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If I ain¡¯t have no bills, then I would do this for free.
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But I¡¯ve got dreams of Maserati¡¯s and tailor cuttin¡¯ a suit
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And now they¡¯re lookin¡¯ up to me, guess I¡¯m tailor cuttin¡¯ the youth.
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So pledge allegiance to the swag,
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Never break this party up or pledge allegiance to a badge.
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I love a power punch but there¡¯s convenience in a jab,
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It¡¯s all peace and love, but hate, and I¡¯ll put grievance on your ass.
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It¡¯s like I¡¯m teaching a class,
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Fuck poppin¡¯ bottles in the club I¡¯d rather sneak it in a flask.
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Now there¡¯s a lot of movements that¡¯ll leave us in a flash
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But believe me that we¡¯ll be the ones to last, so let ¡®em know
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(Hook)
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Lookin¡¯ hot girl, this yo¡¯ jam, drop it to the flow,
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When you bring that shit back up just let them muhfuckas know
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This ain¡¯t no pop-shit,
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So let the clock spin.
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Lookin¡¯ hot girl, this yo¡¯ jam, drop it to the flow,
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When you bring that shit back up just let them muhfuckas know
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This ain¡¯t no pop-shit,
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Just let the clock spin.
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Clockwork
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| YONAS |
