(Verse)
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I fucked up the rap game and you ain’t even know
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I just fucked what’s her name and you ain’t even know
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She got a pussy tattoo and you ain’t even know (real talk)
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We bout to form a lil group and you ain’t even know (let’s get it)
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Stroking it, rocking the hard place
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Eminem, Pac in with Gretzky
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Timbaland pop that jaw bone
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Now bitch nigga tell me how the time taste
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And even Tarzan can get his swag on
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I never hung out with the loud mouth
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You got a fowl mouth and that dead body
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Gonna spell fowls when it falls out
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She found my nose in the Bahamas
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We found ourselves in the Bahamas
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She found God, meditation and piece
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I found myself without a condom
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You know everybody having them babies
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It’s a beautiful thing, it ain’t crazy
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If a rapper one eye could miss, she’d know what the problem is
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Too many bitches got babies
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And I hate that hopping on me
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Stay gussy, popping on me
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You fucking fool, don’t know about you but my dick needs 17 years on it
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Anything after that is just a bonus
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And I’ve been in the lab with my opponents
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And since waiters wave that list, he got a flat screen the next morning
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Tell him I need my credit when it’s due
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Tell em I need my letters when it’s new
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Tell em I got a fetish for fine fabric, Franklin’s just sayin fuck you
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Tell em it’s TEE til I’m DDT, then that crazy tap dog is proof
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Tell my nigga who came free and shit coming for free
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I’m bout to rape you niggas til you recoup, dizzy
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(Verse)
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Groovy nigga ? that’s all day
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Back wood ho, 3 grams
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Got a 6 shooter, everyone was spinning shit,
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I’m stuck inside but won’t jam
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Just hit it here, about 2 stacks
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Hell yea that bitch can go HAM
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Molly in her drink but she ask me to
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And oh yea I got this on cam, uh
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Gangsta nigga, no trap beats
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But I still sound like that new shit
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Originality in my blueprint,
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Still fig side, Figaro pimp
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A big ass where my palm hit
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Pull my dick out, she gon bomb it
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Swag surfin all through the world
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Slide though the sea on a comet
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OSY for these morons
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Got BI mush, yea I’mma push on
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Ways off of them pockets, uh
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Ring mo with little call phone
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These niggas ain’t copy, uh
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Tell them old niggas to move on
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Oh damn, I done said it
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Yea, all day I’m gon be hated
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(Verse)
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She ain’t single but she solo
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You ain’t even know it
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Other sound but soldout shows,
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You ain’t even know it
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My lips black but they ain’t chat
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She ain’t even know that
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Let’s have sex, she said yes
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You know she ain’t no doubt
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See the life on my chest
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My head next to her breast
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My mind all in the crowds
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Just bought a ounce of the best
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No talkin when I’m off that loud
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I can’t quit so she pissed
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You know I’m gonna fool a nigga round
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But it’s hard when everybody on yo dick
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Know real niggas that’s creeps
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I know real niggas that’s blush
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No real niggas that’s thuggin
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Like you ain’t know wussup
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Got codeine in my cup, got a couple checks that need cashin
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And you could take that to the bank
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What’s life without a balance?
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You ain’t even know it
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Nigga I be everywhere, you ain’t even goin
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I thought it was snowin
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But I’m just the coldest nigga out here flowin
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Sick of all that bullshit yall been promotin but
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Carson in the motherfuckin house
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That loud mouth, watch yo motherfuckin mouth
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I took the game by storm just to X men out
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I’m crazy out my mind, I put my life on the line
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The tortoise only makes progress when its neck sticks out
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Just a little token of gold if you ain’t know it though
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(Verse)
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Respect ? I get the upmost
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I’m so dope, I’mma walk that kilo
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36 O’s, you don’t even know I’m getting cheese like Cheetos
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You mad that we BMF’in
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Bitch ass niggas steady PMS’in
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I never show my hands
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Can’t know my plans, gotta keep them guessin
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Rock! I was off the scene
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Now a nigga back like a 4 and a half
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Shootin up the set, I Spielberg
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See the big picture when them hammers flash
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I don’t post a lot on Instragram
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That’s the quickest way that get you man
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Leave that shit for the bitches, man
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Alphabet boys that get yo ass
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IRS, they was on it, nigga
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Cash them out, now I’m scars free
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Got my passport and my transport and now I’m overseas
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You don’t even know it
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Rock been killin this shit, no gloves, no mask on me
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It’s 100 thousand cash on me
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Back then I was doing bad, homie
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All my bitches bad now,
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My own hoes tryna keep tabs on me
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Safe to say I’m the man now,
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Fuck that nigga, just stand down
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For the shots go up and it’s man down
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Hands down still poppin,
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No description, I’m flexin
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Suppress the pussy, I bring off the edge
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Too late to push me, nigga I ain’t fell off
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Used to move fast, diverse like killer
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Bullet to the brain, count paper like tellers
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Top draw money, can’t catch me beam up
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Close loud on the beat, nigga try to see em
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Bring hella stripes, can’t walk on my dingus
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Kicked in the door, hand on the Nina
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Black hit this shit, Rock on Pluto
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(Hook)
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I’m turnt up every day, you don’t even know it
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Got yo bitch with me right now, you don’t even know it
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We turn up here in the car, you don’t even know it
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Got a whole bottle of strong, you don’t even know it
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We came up from neck, you don’t even know it
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Drive a half million car, you don’t even know it
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Just throwin up that show, you don’t even know it
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That bitch speakin on edge, you don’t even know it
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A thousand dollars pair of shoes, you don’t even know it
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This is thousand dollar purple lean, you don’t even know it
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That’s a half million car, you don’t even know it
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I came up from the bottom, you don’t even know it
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My niggas all ridin with me, you don’t even know it
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Got killers with me right now, you don’t even know it
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That’s a million dollar watch nigga, you don’t even know it
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Got a million dollar crib man, you don’t even know it
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U.O.E.N.O. (Freestyle)
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| Kendrick Lamar |
