Yeah, oh you gotta love it
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Oh you got, oh you gotta love it
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I heard what circulated, let's get to the bottom of it
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I told 1da send me something and I got it covered
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Somehow always rise above it
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Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
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The game is all mine and I'm mighty possessive
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Lil Wayne could not have found him a better successor
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Every shot you see them take at me? They all contested
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Allen Iverson shoe deal, these niggas all in question
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Last night I went to sleep, wanted more
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Tried to decide what direction I should go towards
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Some nights I wish I could go back in life
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Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice
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28 at midnight, wonder what's next for me
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Longevity, wonder how long they'll check for me
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Prolly forever if I stay in my zone
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I speak on this generation but can't change it alone
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I heard a lil lil homie talking reckless in Vibe
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Quite a platform you chose, you shoulda kept it inside
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Oh you tried, it's so childish calling my name on the world stage
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You need to act your age and not your girl's age
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It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
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So I guess it's understandable man
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Oh you gotta love it, you gotta love it cheer
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I know rappers that call Paparazzi to come and get 'em
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To show they outfits off, guess they need the attention
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I remember when it used to be music that did it
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But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
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I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
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I'd rather give that 15% to people I fuck with
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If me and Future hadn't made it with this rappin'
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We prolly be out in Silicon tryna get our billions on
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But here we are, yeah
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Lately I feel the haters eatin' away at my confidence
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They scream out my failures and whisper my accomplishments
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Bitches alter my message like we have words
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And stories bout my life hit the net like a bad serve
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Bitter women I'm overtextin' are PMSing crazy this year
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Fuckin' with my image
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I've been tryna reach to you so I can save 'em this year
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Fuck it I guess I gotta wait til next year
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And I heard someone say something that stuck with me a lot
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Bout how we need protection from those protectin' the block
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Nobody lookin' out for nobody
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Maybe we should try and help somebody or be somebody
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Instead of bein' somebody that makes the news
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So everybody can tweet about it
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And then they start to RIP about it
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And four weeks later nobody even speaks about it
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Damn, I just had to say my piece about it
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Oh you gotta love it
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But they scared of the truth so back to me showin' out in public
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That's a hotter subject
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I've been whippin' Mercedes and nigga try to budget
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I gotta make it back to Memphis to check on my cousins
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Shout out to Ashley, Biama, Julia, Ericka, Southern America
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Part of my heritage, pardon my arrogance, part in my hair again
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That's that comeback flow, comeback flow
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Once I start it's apparent
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I wanted a girl whose ass is so big that's partly embarrassin'
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But fuck all the blushin' and fuck your discussions
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And fuck all the judgement
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Your content so aggressive lately, what's irkin' you?
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Shit is gettin' so personal in your verses too
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I wanna prove that I'm number one over all these niggas
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Bein' number two is just being the first to lose
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My city dictated music, nobody seein' us
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Winter here already but somehow I'm heatin' up
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Been observin' the game and felt like I've seen enough
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Let's drop a tape on these niggas then we'll see what's up
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Yea, boy you rappin' like you seen it all
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You rappin' like the throne should be the three of ya'll
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"Best I Ever Had" seems like a decade ago
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Decadent flow and I still got a decade to go
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Oh please, take at ease, where's the love and the peace
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Why you rappin' like you come from the streets?
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I got a backyard where money seems to come from the trees
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And I'm never ever scared to get some blood on my leaves
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Phantom slidin' like the shit just hit a puddle of grease
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I cook the beef well done on the double with cheese
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Special order for anybody that's comin' for me
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Shit you probably flinch if somebody sneeze
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