Can't afford a Maybach, can't afford to quit
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Telling me who I signed like you aren't telling me shit
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I gone too far, now I'm part of the horizon
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Rappers run shit, just wait till I start flying
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I'm jumping off the ledge with my arms out
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I'm not scared of the drop, know what I'm talking about?
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See me in the air and pledge allegiance
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These legends looking at me like thank you Jesus
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Off co-signs and loans, I could find a home
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J. League made a crown and designed a throne
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We both up and comers but y'all sleeping in musician shit
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My first album gonna be some real musician shit
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Benny and the Jets, y'all still in 16's, y'all ain't ready for me yet
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I'm a do a 32 with a 20 bar intro, check your parents' vinyls
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Find out what I'm into, I refuse to chuck and job
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I refuse to minstrel, got nothing to be neat about, let me keep it simple
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People wondering if I'm that bad on the mic
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You wanna know? Go and ask Kalil, Cannon and Night
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And then go and pour a little Moward for these dead poets
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I got these critics raving, I Edgar Allen Poe it
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There are some things that money can't buy
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And not a guest in your ear but respect from your peers
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And I'm standing on the start of something great
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So if you think I don't deserve the fortune, come debate
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And tell me how your man got a tape and his flow is the best you've seen
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It keep you high like it get you green, if you think 4: 57's pleasant
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And I was representing, just wait until my next two things
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I got to do it with a legend and a picture in my mag
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Soon as you make comparisons, I switch it on your ass
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Who I sound like today? Eenie-meanie-minee-mo
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I got presents like X-Mas, I'm the shit, Heidi ho
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I don't know any living human being breathing oxygen
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And put it on the line and have his shine be a constant thing
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Because my money on my mind and these shawties wanna back it up
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Because I'm on my grind, when inspiration hit me
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I get rich or die trying, 50, I been dope since I was writing squigglies
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Could never form a sentence, I was never on my period
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Was always told stop but I was never hearing it
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I tuned 'em out, I was writing so severe, kinda like a yacht
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Too pricy for my peers, I made 'em all believers through radio receivers
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My skill was never ever debated on my features
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I'm a sure bet 'cause one line did 'em all, rest in peace Punisher
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My one mic will settle scores, bars like javelins
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Criticize never more, opportunity's hammering
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Think I need to get the door 'cause y'all Batman and I'm Rawshack
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When Laws on, think pardon John four track
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The kid's got variety like all that, sicker than a bald cat
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Overgrown ball cap, hospital gown, get well soon balloons
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But on a lighter note like the room's getting smaller
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Maybe I'm getting bigger, took over the net in two months
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How you figure? Got these other spitters barely hanging on
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Like the clothes of a wigger and my live show crowd throwing bows in the
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Center
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I'm calling up my mother, she knows her son is a winner
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Telling me to change the world but be home for your dinner
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And rap was my lady but she would never take it slow
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Well now she needs saving, well I'm not Captain Save A Ho
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So if I switch, you know I did it on purpose
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I murdered this, not even my breakdowns are nervous
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