[Intro: D'Banj]
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Stuttering
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Giving 'em rest and making love again
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In my best I be the run again
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And I have the man dem stuttering
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[Hook: D'banj]
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I'm getting this nigga in the morning
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He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when
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He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feeling
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Well let me be the first to get mine
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[Verse 1: Rakewon]
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Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
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Sitting and counting, smoking a spliff, this shitĄŻs a gift
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All my niggas watches is rough, grabbing our crotches
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Yelling "What up?" The jeans cost $500? Fuck
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Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell itĄŻs a statement
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One freeze of this shit, you wonĄŻt feel your legs kid
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IĄŻm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
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Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
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They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
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I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
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Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
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Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
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Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
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Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
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Rock a kilt, mean Glock, IĄŻm all machinery, ock
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Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Common]
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I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church
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That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
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Gawdly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari
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Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
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Life is foggy, tryna see through the mist of it
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Could have been livinĄŻ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
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This is just a letter to better your development
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Situation delicate
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[Verse 3: Pusha T]
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Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
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All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair
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Yeah, all Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
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You clusterfucks could cluster up
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On tippy-toe and still not muster up
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So it's ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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In God we trust, the game is all us
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'til the sky calls or it's flames on us, Push
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
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2 Chainz
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IĄŻm chillinĄŻ in my camo, flippinĄŻ through the channel
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On my GOOD Music shit, my logoĄŻs a Lambo
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Four doors of ammo, ammunition IĄŻm pitching
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To make your body switch another position
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[Verse 5: CyHi Da Prince]
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I hope the people is listening, I could never sell my soul
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I gave it back to God at my christening
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It's tickelinĄŻ when I hear what haters be whisperinĄŻ
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What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
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Fake friends and siblings
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Like to wish you well but ainĄŻt never flip the nickel in
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Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
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But you canĄŻt spell war without an A-R
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15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
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By 21 they said IĄŻd be inside a graveyard
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CanĄŻt wait to get that black American Express
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So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
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[Break: Kid Cudi and Kanye West]
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Yeah, you feelinĄŻ on top now, getting that money nigga?
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(You sold your soul)
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Yeah, you feelinĄŻ on top now, getting that money nigga?
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(You sold your soul)
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Yeah, you feelinĄŻ on top now, getting that money nigga?
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(Naw man, mad people was frontinĄŻ
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Aw man, made something from nothing)
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[Outro: Kanye West]
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I treat the label like money from my shows
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GOOD woulda been God except I added more O's
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If I knew she was cheatinĄŻ and still bought her more clothes
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It's cause I was too busy with my Baltimore, you know
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Some people call that the art of war, you know
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I guess it depends what you fallinĄŻ for, the clothes?
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Cars, money, girls and the clothes
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Aw money, you sold your soul
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Nah man, mad people was frontinĄŻ
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Goddamn, we made something from nothing
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The Morning
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| Raekwon |
