feat. SwizZz, Dizzy Wrigh
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[Hook]
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Finna throw the whole game out of focus
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And beat it in the head ‘cause the flow sick
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Finna throw the whole game out of focus
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And beat it in the head ‘cause the flow sick
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Let ‘em know
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We’ll never fade away
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We just keep on movin’
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And we ain’t afraid of bitch niggas talkin’ slick
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Act up and you can get it
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So sit down and pay attention, nigga
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[Verse 1]
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I ain’t in the building, I’m base-jumping off of it
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It’s Wrizzle, bitch, time to take my balls at your esophagus
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I took a break and became the topic of all the gossipin’
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Dummies takin’ shots get mad ‘cause I don’t acknowledge ‘em
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Yeah, I started in ’08 and still ain’t fuckin’ dropped an album
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Circumstances have sent me back, and I’m buzzin’ without one
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Perceived as the hype man in the back, but I’m the founder of this shit
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And now look where it’s at…
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I’ll let you have it like I’m generous, nigga
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Shit, my existence alone is such a benefit, nigga
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Rewind the clock a couple years, I’m still ahead of you niggas
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It’s 2013, I’m makin’ bets for you niggas
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So sleep soundly - three Z’s, hoe
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I’m in the booth lettin’ it spill ? BP flow
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Punch lines knock ‘em out like Deebo
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You niggas ain’t ready to stop me from runnin’ at Tim Tebow
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Oh boy!
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Greatly awakened, I’m comin’ straight out of Vegas
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Besides from takin’ over, we plannin’ assassinations
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The craft, I’ll take it, I’m poetry in the Matrix
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We know the industry fake and we slowly about to break it
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See they embrace it ‘cause Hop was just in his basement
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He secretly hired killers that’s killin’ collaborations
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2012 I took this shit back to the roots
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Shit-bag, with your bitch-ass, you can get trapped in the booth
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Hardest out, I’m hardly out, but talked about
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Stoner out the group, my home smell like Bob Marley’s house
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I found it out and you can count me out
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These rappers weak, y’all lyrics drier than cottonmouth
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The problem child, you surprised that I’m next
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Nigga said he’s goin’ global and I swear that I ain’t lied to you yet
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Neighbors callin’ ‘cause they tryna invest
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It’s 2013, and the first thing they ask is if we signin’ the check
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Nah…
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Hello, y’all - it’s the bully - in a Trayvon Martin hoodie
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And a bunch of gynecology dudes to operate on you pussies
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Ain’t no killer, but please don’t push me
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The day you fags belittle me
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Is the day that Hopsin joins a group with Souja Boy and Lil’ B
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Overseas they call me a sick cunt
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I’m hungry, and I just missed lunch so I could FV 2013 songs a day
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And the world ends this month
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I’m crazy as Big Pun on a fifth of rum
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Stormin’ the house pissed
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‘cause his wife hid all his sharp knives and his guns
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I’ll kill a nigga for Hop, Swizzle, Dizzy or Dame
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A hopper, this ain’t a label bitch, this a gang
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Psyche ? wait, did I say that?
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All the fans’ll be like “Hop, you a hypocrite”
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“Why’d you sign Jarren? He’s ignorant”
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Ain’t goin’ nowhere, get used to me
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FV gang ain’t what it used to be
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‘Cause we makin’ moves, about to hit the top
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Shinin’ just like jewelry
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Yeah ? fuck you haters who ain’t with it and you labels that shitted
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Homie, we did it independent, bitch
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4]
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This was somethin’ that you couldn’t prevent
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I threw my fuckin’ life away to get a foot in this bitch
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I see some dedicated haters and they lookin’ to dis
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I know the fuckin’ solution, an ass whooping is it
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I got the industry all shook and it’s stiff
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Since I ain’t loanin’ my soul,
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you know it’s something that they wouldn’t admit
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I made a change and the devil said I shouldn’t commit
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But the lifestyle, the offers ain’t as good as it gets
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Man, I ain’t just another rapper on the list, mackin’ on the chicks
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Doin’ big collabs every track to own a hit
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I’m the captain of the ship, plus I’m back up on my shit
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Take a note of it and stick it to a magnet on your fridge
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| So your asses don’t forget that my purpose |
