Now open your mind up and listen, you niggas
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I am the master, the guru
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And after I school you I'm skinning, you niggas
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You finished, I'm making chinchillas out niggas
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You should be embarrassed I'm thinking about rapping,
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It's killing you niggas
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Consider this tax for the swag that my city has given you niggas
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And I know I'm the man,
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No, I don't need no Grammy award on my mantle!
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Know it don't matter, the beat it don't matter,
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The style, any flow I can channel
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You see I'm from Atlanta, east side of Decatur, I grew up on Candler
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If you notice the way that I talk is vernacular, this is my actual grammar!
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I got niggas nervous cause whatever lane I'm in I'mma handle
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Your lyrics are whack and emotionally shallow
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You lost in my thoughts, you don't know how to paddle!
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I know that I'm shining, I know that I'm shining
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Don't worry cause you can find shade in my shadow
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From my point of view is so many dead rappers
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Shit, all we need is a memorial banner!
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My first mix tape, they all said I sounded like Drake
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Then they said my album was pop,
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Didn't really sound like the mix tape
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Now I'm doing what I started,
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Now they telling me I changed
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I hear underrated so much
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You would swear it was my name!
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Ain't no rappers on my list
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Come holler at me when you're done riding each others dick
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25 million singles worldwide,
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I'll guess I'll take another hit!
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Matter of fact I find this rap shit boring, man I'm over it!
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Give me my guitar pick,
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I'll show you shit!
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How 2 Rap
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| B.O.B. |
