[Intro]
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Stutterin’
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Givin’em rest and makin’ love again
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In my best I be the run again
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And I have the man dem stutterin’
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[Hook]
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I’m getting this nigga in the morning
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He gon’ think he been chiefin just too long when
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He see me in the evenin’
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Want to catch all these feelin
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Well let me be the first to get mine
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[Verse 1: Raekwon]
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Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
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Sittin’and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift
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All my niggas watches is rough
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Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’
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The jeans cost $500? Fuck
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Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it’s a statement
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One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid
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I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
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Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
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They yellin’ Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
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I say ‘Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let’s Push
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Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
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Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
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Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
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Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
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Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, ock
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Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Common]
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I was born by a late chicken shack and a church
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That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
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Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari
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Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
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Life is foggy, tryin’ to see through the mist of it
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Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
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This is just a letter to better your development
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Situation delicate
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[Verse 3: Pusha T]
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Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
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All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair
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Yeah
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All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
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You clusterfucks could cluster up
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On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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In God we trust, the game is all us
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Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us
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Push
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
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2 Chainz
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I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel
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On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)
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Four doors of ammo
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Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body switch another position
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[Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce]
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I hope the people is listening
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I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
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Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’
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What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
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Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the nickel in
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Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
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But you can’t spell war without an A-R
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15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
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By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard
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Can’t wait to get that black American Express
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So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
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[Break: D’banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi)]
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Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?
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(You sold your soul)
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Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?
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(You sold your soul)
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Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?
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(Naw man, mad people was frontin’
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Aw man, made something from nothing)
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[Outro: Kanye West]
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I treat the label like money from my shows
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G.O.O.D. would’ve been God except I added more o’s
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If I knew she was cheatin’ I’d still’ve bought her more clothes
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‘Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know
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Some people call that the art of war you know
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I guess it depends what you fallin’ for
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The clothes, cars, money, girls and the clothes
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Aw money, you sold your soul
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Nah man, mad people was frontin’
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God damn, we made something from nothing
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The Morning
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| Kanye West |
