I ain’t trying to be your niggers’ favorite rapper,
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I ain’t trying to outdo you niggers and battle against you, niggers,
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( ‘cause they ain’t ready, nigger, they ain’t ready)
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I ain’t trying to sell more records than you, niggers, in all that corner and shit.
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( they ain’t ready)
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And I know you niggers don’t like me, but imma make you respect me.
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( they gotta respect you, nigger)
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I ain’t coming to play no games, nigger.
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I’m here to stay, I tried to tell you niggers I was a problem,
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But you involved them, and now they can’t solve ‘em,
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There’s some grown ass man shit, fuck a bitch,
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No disrespect but of the shoe fist wearing,
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Man, I take this rap shit serious,
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Press play if you’re curious, I’m pregnant with these rhymes,
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Now it’s time to deliver this to all you niggers that have your doubts.
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Now I’m laughing at you, niggers, you can’t be serious.
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My whole career I had nothing but chicks,
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And in my audience I figured it I’ll switch it up a little bit.
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Yeah, I’m mean, and I still gonna sing
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‘till I’m back to my hotel room and do my thing.
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I’ve been listening to nursery rhymes,
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A long time niggers rhyming about cars they don’t drive.
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So when I speak about a house on a hill, a GT Coop, I’m speaking the truth.
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It’s Black Ty, motherfucker.
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Switch It Up
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| Tyrese |
