I gotta ask Jake One for the beat though
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I don't know if he'll be cool with letting know
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I don't know man it's really some album shit
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Takin it up?
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[J. Cole:]
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Yeah winter schemes for my summer dreams
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Winning seems to become routine, it's my thing
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Underdog, never under y'all
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I touch down in your city like a hundred yard
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Dash, never punt at all
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Last thing I need is four downs
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My baddest just graduated from Georgetown
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Grad school, cause a nigga like em grown up
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I'm seeing rappers in the gym trying to tone up
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I've seen rappers on the road, no one showing up
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I feel partially to blame let me own up
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I'm sorry, brand new Ferrari, really though I'm just frontin
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I really don't mind discussin
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That Bugatti in that Beyonce video was just for stuntin
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Scared to mash the gas
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Cause if i fucked around and crashed
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That would have been my ass
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That whip is 'bout a million cash (million cash?)
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And dog I just got rich
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How you gonna take a million from me,dog? I just got this
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Came a long way from that weak ass advance
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Was in the Honda on that LIE passing fast
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Wasn't about the money then cause he had the chance
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Built it from the ground up, no hit singles
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Just a lot of f*cking gifts, nigga, no Kris Kringle
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Cole
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I'm the reason that your old bitch single
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Gave her dick made her whole shit tingle ya won't feel me?
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Born Sinner got this diamond chain gon' heal me
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Lord let me kill the game and pray the game don't kill me
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More time before I die bitch believe that
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These rappers rich as f*ck but don't know where their .. that
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It's a shame, niggas lame, this is fame for ya
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I gotta be the only one that didn't change for ya
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I saw ya sortin through trash and brought change for ya
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Open up their lane, do I gotta say names for ya?
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And I ain't even flexin
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Plottin on that Warm Up 2, I'm just stretchin
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Fourth quarter, so much due but f*ck stressin
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I just step into the ring and do my mothaf*ckin thing (my mothaf*ckin thing)
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Fourth quarter, so much due but f*ck stressin
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I just step into the ring and do my mothafuckin thing (my mothaf*ckin thing)
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Wale kill these niggas man
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[Wale:]
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Uhh uhh Wooooo!
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Gifted
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Ya! Spring greening but I'm winter frigid
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And with this summer album got me booking all them bitches
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Until I'm .. with bitches, my parking garage official
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Boy I play with foreigns and I feel just like..
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God-given talent, mama gave me passion,
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Got me, a Rihanna feature, ya'll should see my demographic
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Copy us, dap me up, rapping niggas done got me f*cked
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Half these niggas is carbon copy, faking a nigga would be redundant right?
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I'm tryna shed a bunch a light
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In a country where niggas follow models and hype
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You know, trends and that shit,
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Niggas wearing leather down in a 110
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Just a classic-ass nigga rapping circles 'round these squares, out of shape, and I ain't tripping
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Shoe game prolific, this Hublot a ticket, that's right
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Simmons piece Richard Simmons, go Google their differences out
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Maneuver the industry, few is against me, I ride
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With shooters but truthfully, tryna get loot out of Disney, I'm high
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I'm tripping, I'm fried, forgive me, that's right, you with me
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A cold world if I ain't slide by your chimney, we gifted
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Tryna distribute what Allah has given me, listen
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But some of the bars are synagogues to a godless opinion
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And dig it, .. terms, man these lames can't contain these words
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New slaves we were, we were shut down, we were not proud for those things we stood
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'Till we bust out, then bust down on that chain, we good
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New black soul, new black soul, new black soul
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Ain't toot my horn but I'm the new ..
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This bitch a toot-toot with a 2Pac flow,
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You niggas think too slow, you Pikachu but I'm Picasso
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Peep how I do it, gotta deep mind so I free my quotes
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Peep my approach, I'm thinking more like Lea on coke
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Come see my show, this shit look like that door knob broke
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There's hoes and hoes, and I'm sure I'm bout to know like four
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You P-Myers replace me in that four-five show
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And I'm just saying if I don't make it I'll still feed my folks
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Still I keep shit real, I ain't never been a su |