I got a tab at the stone baby, this long
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My little brother was having a little trouble
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I hope that he doesn't care that it's in this song
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And we in town lunchin', talking 'bout how to run things
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He said Atlanta wanted something
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Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down
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Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown
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You fucking 'round with the truth, went to see The Roots
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Quest brought me back on stage in a suit
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I wear it hard cause niggas say that I'm soft
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Even Black Thought thought I made it a little hard, I gotta be honest
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Feeling like the other stuff is kinda behind us
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Making jokes here and there done got us some dollars
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I'm tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain't a game
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You said homie stay the course, ain't shit changed
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Weird night and everybody was tipsy
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Hanging out with Questlove reminiscing 'bout Whitney
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He like, "Man, we can't even make it to 50?!"
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That reminds me -- I sent a long text message to my mom and pop
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I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock
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My mom like "Why you wanna leave a good job?"
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My dad said "Do your thing, boy don't stop"
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Shout out to my nigga Lou, shout out to my nigga Sway
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For hanging out at the crib and telling me what you think
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And never let these white people tell you how to feel
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Never let anybody tell you how to feel
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I ? back in the fourth grade
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Family vacates, you know I did it all
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Just to see my little sis by a waterfall
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My great granddad bought his own feet to walk barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm
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So don't be alarmed -- man I'm royalty
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Jam of the week, V103
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No cosign, no bovine
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More swag, pull back on the punchlines
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Starving, every track means lunch time
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I'm a star, how could I not shine?
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Fuck boys chase hype and ? chicks
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And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6
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Steve G. Lover ain't nothing to fuck wit'
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D Money ain't nothing to fuck wit'
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And what's a leader if he isn't reluctant
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Too bad for y'all, I'm blasting off
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I'm not Asher Roth, I don't sleep on my bread
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Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball
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Sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty
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I used to sleep with them roaches
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Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets cancelled
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Maybe then I can focus
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Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby put your shades on
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East Side! East Side to the gravestone!
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Brown liquor but my girl in Bed-Stuy
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Nigga, you got Drive like a sale at Best Buy
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Hold up, hold up, we can do better
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Put my voice on the track, man that shit is much wetter
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At the studio at 8 AM
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Hit the booth then eat, nigga we ain't them, nigga we ain't them!
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Drop a line at your Facebook status
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Said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us
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If there's something on your chest nigga let it out
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Cause I'm the best -- da da da
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Royalty
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