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They act like I wanna get fame off dissing niggas,
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Like I ain't already got fame off dissing niggas,
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That's one thing I do, got if I ain't got shit on niggas
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Youtube me, they watch my battles more than ya singles nigga
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Recite some of the most clever shit ever made
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And by the way I ain’t battle in bout a decade
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Yo, don’t be mad at me for catching darts
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Yall niggas through and let’s keep it moving, respect the art
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I just wanna smoke and chase kush clouds
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And celebrate Obama, no longer stressed bout what Bush allow
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I wish I can supply the world with pounds
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‘Cause dutch masters make the world go round
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Check me out
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(Verse)
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Mind over matter until the day that my ashes are scattered
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Or til that evening at my casket
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It’s lower then them green stims that grow out of that brown dirt
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That ground work, is what calculates and totals to your town’s worth
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Where I’m from, girls only care bout that brown purse
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Black girl lost but Louis Vuitton made her feel she found earth
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I can’t just apparent that miss ladder
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All I can do is teach my princess better
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Nas was right on time with that daughter’s record
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He came out with it the week I found out what my girl was expecting
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Now I’m so geeked I wish I could supply the world with pounds
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‘Cause dutch masters make the world go round
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(Verse)
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Before my grandmother died she said nothing is promised
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So that’s my proudest fact
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So proud in fact her grandson naming his album that
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Shout to Harlem, it’s only right that I style in raps
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Put gold around my wrists and fingers
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Kneel down a smile for snaps
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Yea, jailhouse pose
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For my soldiers in them jailhouse clothes, salute
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Listen to the sentences, I just thinks you could tell I know
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What the fuck I’m fuckin talkin bout
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From hell I arose
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Now it’s 10 toes on this cold world that they place the nigga in
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But I’m good, I got nigga skin
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You say I’m a whack rapper? That’s cool
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Being a black man on earth, I’ve been called worse
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That’s why I wish I could supply the world with pounds
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‘Cause dutch masters make the world go round
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Smoke something bitch
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Millz
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Dutch Masters
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Jae Millz |