[Intro]
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Come one now, you know I was coming
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Y'all just ain't now when
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That was a cheap shot, now I gotta get you
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[Verse 1]
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Big Sean's album is trash, it sound wicked
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In fights I be swinging like Will and Jada Pickett
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"Papoose, who?" Boy, I'll give you faceshots
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I'll leave your eye puffy like the nigga who made Ma$e hot
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All of your dogs is stray dogs, y'all get straight shots
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Bastards, I spit acid they need Maalox
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Kanye wore a skirt what was he trying to prove
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Y'all be following the illuminati rules
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Carry yourself like a man, and you will fail
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Play a bitch, you prevail
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The only time they want the black man to show his strength
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Is during sports
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Outside of that they want us to be soft
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So Big Sean speak like a woman when he talk
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When he having a seat he keep his legs crossed
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We can't blame him, it's really not his fault
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This is the feminization that he was taught
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You ain't a man take that M from your mannerism
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You brain dead, I just gave you aneurysm
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True and living, God sight was divine, use your wisdom
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Whenever I'm reciting a rhyme the proof is given
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Using Biggie name, who gave you permission?
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You look like Ralph Tresvant from New Edition
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Gifted, I shoot to give no curse
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Every time they play Control they skip your verse
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Little bitch how much change you got in your purse?
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I'm 'bout to lift your skirt
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It's a different between great music and good music
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Y'all ain't good with me
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How the fuck they put your album out before Pusha T?
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I figured out why you're so skinny then I got over it
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Pusha must be selling the crack and you smokin' it
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Anorexic describe the way that you spit
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On your album cover it look like you taking a shit
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Behind the green curtain, the same color as Kelis' dress
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On Nas album cover, you a complete mess
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Is that a indirect or you just a copycat?
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Cause he killed you on your own album, he bodied that
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Got the audacity to say your better than Drake
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And out rap Jay Z, what a level of hate
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Those artists made you hot, go ahead and give grace
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Worst Clique verse, they should spit that in your face
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Your biggest record was called A-S-S
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Nicki Minaj made it hot, you way less fresh
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I heard you Ye yes man who get paid less checks
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So when Ye ask a question you just say "yes yes"
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You cocky for no reason like you making mad noise
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You got your style from the original Bad Boy
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B-I-G, why you said that shit?
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Always saying "Boi!" that's Craig Mack's shit
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Stealing New York you better head back, bitch
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[?] ringing, let that red Mac spit
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First chain, don't make me laugh lame
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In Brooklyn that would'a been your last chain
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Said you stay on your toes, damn that's for ballerinas and girls
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You should stay grounded, keep your feet on the floor
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Miley did your video without you even
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I saw your interview couldn't give a good reason at all
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Lost on your first single, you was fiending the draw
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Attention to your project, she evened the score
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She illuminated your album, you was fiending for more
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Prostituting for the press, you a media whore
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Mentally you a virus, part of the reason we lost Hannah Montana
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Now we stuck with Miley Cyrus
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Talking 'bout you hall of fame but you and Ye is all the same
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Share a verse, wear a skirt place them on the wall of shame
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When they name lyricists, they don't never call his name
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So in every interview you hear this fuckboy complain
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Never walked the subway tracks in the pouring rain
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With a can of spray paint, just to tag upon the train
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Never seen a movie breaking Beat Street, Krush Groove
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Style Wars, Wild Style, damn you a fuck dude
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Ain¡¯t hip hop in a lot of ways
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Never walk with a Walkman, your first headphones were Doctor Dre's
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Sean I get at you, ready to attack you
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Last name Mackie do, you gonna call me Papoose
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Right on my hand I got my whole city tattooed
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Five burroughs of death, don¡¯t make me back smack you
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King of my castle, get out of here, skedaddle
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Eyes on the prize and my ears to the gravel
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Niggas like to tattle, shotty double barrel
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Brains on the windshield, Caine cousin Harold
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I carry the torch like a motherfucking statue
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Shi |