yall just imagine me when i get big
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graduated to cigars demolished all cigs
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i know my name ring a bell and the rest of you pigs
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some sudden like a beat drop when yall career ends
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its avias on the mic will be the main anthem
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rappers careers ended wash the rims on my phantom
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and i dont have to lift a mic cause yo i am handsom
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drop a couple, market double, photos and got grands
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um not trying to be conceited hear the tone of my voice
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but critics roaring on ya boy future driving rose royce
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but i aint depending on them cause who said yo its they choice
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everyday a different hater damn yall make so much noise
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like my music do and my swagger too. all yall rappers need to be making
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major moves
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cause the show aint over to the fat lady sings better yet to im rich black
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diamond rings
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yall niggaz dont want to see... im just that bad
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have yo baby mamas sporting all avias fads
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oh did i go there yes...thats a fact
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stating all you other rappers out there are whack
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better yet a lame, ill change up the game
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while yall sipping coors light i be downing champagne
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and i write all my stuff so dont come with the bull
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reeling in all yall fans they like my music PULL
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Rappers In Trouble
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