Know I'm tal'n bout, I'm tired of these old
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Lame ass, lazy ass, don't wanna grind ass
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But they wanna complain all the time ass
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Wish they was me ass, know I'm tal'n bout
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I worked for where I'm at, know I'm tal'n bout
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Swishahouse Swishablast, Swishahouse Swishablast
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Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
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Step ya game up partna, step ya game up
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Get on your grind and go get it, get your change up
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You falling off homeboy, you better change up
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[Paul Wall]
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Have you ever, noticed the people that's lazy and lame
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Be the same ones crying, and always complain
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You on the sidelines partna, better get in this game
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You need to change, if you trying to get change
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You must of fell on your brain, as a little kid
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You wanna shine then you gotta grind homeboy, that's just how it is
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Handle your bis', you wishing on a star
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For money, hoes, clothes and cars, but you walk by far
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You think a Bentley, just gon fall out the sky
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You spending all your money worrying about, being fly and getting high
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Stick to the G-Code, all the rules still apply
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You slacking on your hustle, boy you living a lie
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You run a block a couple hours, then you start getting tired
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So why hating everytime, I pull up on chrome wires
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You need to wake up out your sleep, cause you falling off
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Step ya game up, you getting soft, step it up
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[Paul Wall]
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Look here hold your nuts cuz, and swallow your fear
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Your future's looking kinda shady, but I see quite clear
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I'm riding in the fast lane, you still in first gear
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You've been driving the same car, for the past five years
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You claim to be a baller, but boy really you broke
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I'm buying bottles, and you barely buying Hennessy and Coke
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Take a good look in the mirror, you a joke
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You was on the ship to success, but I guess you fell off the boat
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You either leave or get left, buy or get bought
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Break or get broke, cause it's teach or get taught
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I'm the age of a student, but I'm teaching a lesson
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Consider it a blessing, for you to be in my presence
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You something like a has-been, you was hot back then
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But now-a-days you ain't nothing, but some dust in the wind
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Get with the time, and quit worrying about mine homie
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Get on your grind, and everything gon turn out fine
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[Mike Jones]
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I be sick and tired of haters, hating on the fact that I made it
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But it's a funny, a year ago y'all haters said I wouldn't make it
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But now y'all saying I'm overrated, and I got too much hype
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But back then you said I'll flop, cause my flow wasn't tight
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A year ago, the whole world didn't know my name
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So I had to get on my grind, and step up my game
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My name Mike Jones and I'm on the microphone,
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Wrecking tape decks, Collecting checks, while y'all sitting at home
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A lot of people to this day, be talking down on my flow
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But who you know get five thousand, for a flow or a show
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Who say his name a hundred times, and still get love from his fans
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Who blew up in seven months, and in popular demand
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Who you know that got a movie, and some clothes coming out
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Who spend shit for the ladies, to keep em running out
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Mike Jones nigga, and don't you forget it
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While you at home living po', I'm balling independent
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Step Ya Game Up
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| Mike Jones |
