I scribe classics,
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Too real at cartoons and daffid live action
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Hoping that when my time comes and my life flashes
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I'll be satisfied. Instead of wishing I could turn time backwards
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Told that I'm slappin' asses and muggin' these rappers
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Kept my soul on money, tried to play kidnapper
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But Franksta's position's bah-blaster
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Laugh at ya', Sunday came by me, thinking myself too holly
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Call me pretentious, but fuck trading war for riches
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So I stop to them squares that make music
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The first thing you do is look at you like you're stupid
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Everybody raps, everybody makes peeps,
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Yeah, that's cool, dude, but everybody ain't me
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Guy hit like a hoopie with a broken AC
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But you're more concerned with why (???) never chase me
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Please, all that bullshit, you can bless me wid it
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Go sit there and find yourself a bucket and kick it
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My place in history set a stool like hieroglyphic
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Meanwhile, all the rappers are blown by crickets
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So what I look like worrying about these niggas
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I'm more concerned about these suckers than the government
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That shit off poles to give folks firearms to haggle with(?)
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Two drop a power lounge in any office to chuggle with
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Then they wonder why some of my cousins are thuggin' it
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Ask me, uncle Sam's brain need a sluggany
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This for my folk, not these fair weathers that
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Ghost when life is down, but reappear when you live it up
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One would chose the coots of your label with you and sip it up
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They want nothing but see you again, should you spare a car
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I ain't bitter, though, cheer myself up looking at twitter hoes
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Yeah, them tits are cool, but what-up withem toes?
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And someone DNA'ed to be a gold, bitter soul
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Just chill, we finna to a bank and get this cheddar, bro
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Back, back, back, back
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Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics
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Live Action (Has-Lo Remix)
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