I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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Hold up, this the game, it chose us
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Pioneer, started on my corner like the cold crush
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Had smokers lining up the block like a gold rush
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The saying "life fast and die young" is what they told us
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The way that they mold us, perfect way they showed us
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How to get money, fuck bitches off this nose dust
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Showed me how to burn the block down before it slows up
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Before the window of opportunity close up
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I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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Yogi said get 'em so I got 'em
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And turned this bitch into a burial
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Looking from the top floor, why would I stop for?
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Still hear the crowd cheers while I'm thinking encore
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Flying on a Concorde, listening to Tom Ford
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Frames match the song title, flyer than a Condor
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Little niggas rhyme poor, poverty flows in you
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Part of beating hoes in, I am who you're trying for?
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I think not, Pusha, stay hot
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The coupe's got no roofs, forever they stay drop, nigga
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I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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I came, I saw, I conquered, I'm bored
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Yogi said get 'em so I got 'em
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And turned this bitch into a burial
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Burial
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Pusha T |