(Verse 1)
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I'm irritated , actually understand it
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Elated you would not think it would happen
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Holograms of hot times come
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Hit the club for the eight time
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Never tell a man that it ain't mine
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Go ahead camel backpack go diamond
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While them niggers hating on me won't change the channel
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Genuine article niggers out rap you
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No need to ever attack , let my man clap you
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Funny how the fight turn, beats to the white chump
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Niggas behave so irrational
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It don't matter though
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Thick catalogue and consistently classical
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Hit the back door, forces of horses will speed pass you
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Lego conffeti falling snap back at you
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That commemorated undisputed champion
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Effort executed under one team it's just one dream
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(Hook)
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I was 14 ,wanted to be in a magazine
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End up carrying an M16 magazine
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Kicking high most of my days
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I made some change of all the paper I made
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You never made it , ok
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Now I am seen in a magazine
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Some days I wish I had an M16 magazine
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Me and you are hardly the same
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You want the fame, I want to break for the pay
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So get the fuck out my way
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(Verse 2)
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Gone, leave the circles no clowns allowed
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It ain't where you're from it's where you're found nigga
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You in the rang with the untangled gorilla this
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Insane , continue with the propane agenda
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Should've been born in December I'm like God's gift
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Not much a remember it was a long spliff
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Arrangement of an orchestra magnificent
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Matter of fact the matter enough of mad clip
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My man less made more acquainted crip thrill training
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Praying till they seeing his reign
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In the rain that gray goose it's hardly a plain
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All drink the half of chicken and it conducting a train
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Old trolley appears swallow top loving my chain I swear she never
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Fuck a nigga every semester, and I let her
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Alot of me crying my shoulder, just be sucker free
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Look at me I'm something to see
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(Hook)
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I was 14 ,wanted to be in a magazine
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End up carrying an M16 magazine
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Kicking high most of my days
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I made some change of all the paper I made
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You never made it , ok
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Now I am seen in a magazine
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Some days I wish I had an M16 magazine
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Me and you are hardly the same
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You want the fame, I want to break for the pay
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So get the fuck out my way
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(Verse 3)
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Train hard trip to the train traveller
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Fast track the frame I may fast fall the pain scars
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Young niggers neglected now their ways gone
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It's the tragic trademark the trail apart
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Try to start over in Noah's ark
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You both scrub for parts in an ocean with hungry sharks
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Shallow hearts
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Hold your cards real they get large
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Trying to avoid a larsony charge warn with the song
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Hide in el the barge your predictor
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Restore and there could be no cause
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Sinking garages, gauge less gauges
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Either against or fucking for it's toward for y'all
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Reinvent my intent for she cost us gauges
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Take your pick more or less
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Entirely my intellect looking like the rest
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Gone run a lap, break a sweat
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Better yet run it back nigga break yourself
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I was skipping school to the tech
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Magazine
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