[Verse 1:]
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I'm writing my album in Atlanta
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Just finished tearing a house down in Tampa
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These newscasters saying my dirty laundry filling up hampers
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I keep filling up stangers with feelings of satisfaction and anticipation
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Like every Laws man, can't keep 'em waiting
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But in the meanwhile, I just touched down like a pedophile
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Too soon? I think not, this is so much more than hip-hop
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This is my big shot, yeah, know this is
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I ain't a show business but you better show some...
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Spinning lime backwards when the wifey here
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And she my hypest critic, I really want her to like my lyrics
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I know I might lose if my range isn't broad
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But I did it last time, it got me this far
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And the past wasn't living to the fullest, life set me free like a bullet
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No Cobain, my style is so propane, so I'm going for the Grammy
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I'm going for the Pulitzer, might as well throw me the Nobel
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I'm still swinging, I ain't hear no bell, I'm so I'll
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But I have no patience, waiting is aggravating
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I'm trying to have them saying...
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[Hook:]
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This is like a flashback, this is like a dream
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This is like all the things you can take inside a memory
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This is like a flashback, this is like a dream
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This is like all the things you can take inside a memory
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This is like a flashback
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm writing my memoirs in Cairo by the pyramids
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Life like a slideshow, back home, more clowns than a sideshow
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I'm trying to do this for my mother like psycho
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They ask me if I'm ever quitting on the mic though
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I tell 'em yes, then I tell 'em sike, no
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Too many people still confusing me with my clones
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So until my record spinning like a cyclone
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I'm a go with kai flows, no mercy, walking the green mile, no Percy
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I'm at my late spot, they trying to irk me
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I'm saying this is a celebration, Charlie Murphy
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And if you look like you lean, I got a bodyguard that look like Blade
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I'm walking past the hate, hating is aggravating
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I'm trying to have them saying...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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I don't care if I'm keeping it real to you and I
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I'm keeping it real to someone so if you digging up my vibe
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Then I'm 2Pac, I'm true to me so what more could you want from...
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A rapper in this modern age, don't let me be the special one that got away
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My flow is crack nigga, fiend, put the rock away
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Not one to fold, that is a rule I can not obey
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Because I'm hot today, don't care if tomorrow is a blizzard
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With thirty inches, I'm chilling 'cause I got my sleigh
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I over prepare, I'm putting on a show even if no one is there
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Janitor folding up chairs and he bobbing his head
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And I'm giving him daps, all I got is my life story and I'm giving him that
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I got his hands raising like a pastor praying
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I'm trying to have them saying...
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[Hook]
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Flashback
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Laws |