[Hook: Samples from 8Ball & MJG's "On Top Of The World"]
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Made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
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Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
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Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed
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But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate
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Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
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Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
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Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed
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But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate man
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[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
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Ay what fuck it then
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Cause I rather ride Bubble Benz and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint
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Bubbling up again on my hood
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Gotta get it while the gettin good
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Chemist with the pimpin mix the leather with the cherry wood
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If you could you should slam doors on hoes
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I 5th wheel my trunk while white-wallin my vogues
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I tight walk on these foes just to flex
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Ain't no sense in stepping out if I can't never look my best
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Damn, don't stress my bankroll, just know I keep my bank swoll
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Ain't no place I can't go, never trick on no stank hoe
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It was like that back when I was in my mama's stomach
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A player slid up out the womb and hit the ground running
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Never stumbling always gunning like a popped glock
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Keep a hater boxed out
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So I could rebound and ball for the top spot
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All the same I'm a staple in the game
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Ain't never been no lame
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That's why I find it strange when I...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
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Uh
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Who the fuck are you
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Texting me at 1: 46 in the evening
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Meant the morning, after midnight
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While I'm yawning, you were sleeping
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4 door Chevy roll I'm out'cha creeping
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Slamming doors in
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Heavy things but I want some more with playa pose
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Roll up on hoes they say they knew me from high school
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Maybe community college, claim you wanna do some thangs
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But I can do without it, my mama name "Such and such"
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And we gonna be like baby powder
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Baby I doubt it
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It's hard to swallow, you wanna lay up
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I want a dollar
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For the machine, I'm kinda thirsty
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A little parched, she wanna ride, no you cannot
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She say I'm mean I say just a hoes
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And dumb niggas, kinda like you, them Bs and doe's
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Reject request on Facebook, daily duckin lames
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All you know is my patna & 'em then my name,
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Plus you heard that I...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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[Big Sant:]
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You probably see me in the street but nigga you don't know me
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Big Sant bitch motherfucking OG
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From the Sip get a grip wanna visit take a trip
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Ain't a nigga dead or alive that can say that I done flipped
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I'm from the land of the cheese, home of the slave
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Don't confuse me with no lame, cause that's just what I ain't
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Alumni forever put that on the nigga next to me,
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Started out writing rhymes ended up writing a legacy
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[Big K.R.I.T.:]
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They hollerin there he go again
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What's his name, where his folk?
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Call him Kurt, call him KRIT?
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Fuck that nigga I ain't sure,
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He got beats, heard him flow
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Like a couple years ago
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He alright, kinda tight
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Shawty like him on the low
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There he go, too much soul
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I wouldn't buy it out the store
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Plus I saw him in the club
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One who hollered at my hoe
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Just because he got some dough
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From a deal he think he I'll
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I bet that's how that motherfucka feel
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And on the real I think he changed...
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Made Alot
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Big KRIT |