[Intro:]
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They say I know you don't do the freestyle thing no more
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But since you do it better than somebody else
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Well, you know! For show!
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You know I gotta keep it' though!
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Oh, mix-tape God, go!
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I know I'm not God, that's blasphemy
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The good is I don't have to be
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While I would turn to a beach resort
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And kick you all out and live happily.
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You'll see how rhetoric these rappers be
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Like I get out of shore, bus after three
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Get Instagram, take pics with guns
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Snitch on your cell, you're reach at the'
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No stitching ' cause I'm different fan
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No Twitter cam, I don't need to mention
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They always told me that money talks
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That's who I wanted to pay me attention!
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I'm young done, never went to prom
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Genius kid that wouldn't leave detention
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When the teacher said that I'd never blow,
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I said, 'don't count my pockets till you see my pension!'
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I was plotting moves,
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I was carving scriptures into the desk.
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That was middle school,
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So track down the desk and figure out the rest, oh yes!
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I must confess, I see you, but I am not impressed!
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I see along the side talking cash
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They done talking when they see me in flesh.
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Can't cut your tongue, and cough up the lung
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Just' at your hands and then hold your breath
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If I want opinions I ask for that
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Just stay in your boundaries, don't overstep!
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Back on the porch, we sat on the steps
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While we all argued about who's the best.
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And now I sit behind suicides
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With AC on I came fresh to death.
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They ain't stars, these rappers good for like 8 bars
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Rappers looking for like 8 balls
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Get in the pockets, then take all!
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These activist ain't active to me
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Ain't standing up for your fake cards.
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Most of y'all suspecting me
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As a pastor that just bought 8 cars
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To mix-tape God, you mix-tape frauds
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Make sure you hearing this carefully
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Even if you know that we was cool before
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You ain't got to come and give death to me!
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'let them know you don't have to be
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A clown next to clowns cause that's ratchet D.
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You could rap the motto and own the masons
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Wouldn't give a damn about your fashion, G!
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You own the brand, you just come to me
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What you saw before, you '
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You're a grown man, why grown man?
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Staring at the logo and reading on some pains
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You ain't made a man, you couldn't make the pen
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I don't pay for likes, I don't pay for fans
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I won't buy your music, cause you're popular
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Cause you're acting like you'
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I say you're not!
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I don't believe you, that's superstition!
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You say you're high, I know you're not
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Go and prove it to me, go to this mission
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Go dodge in hot gasoline
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Go pump some gas without even flinching!
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If you make it back, then I'll play your raps
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I won't tell your family I thought you was missing
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Gave you the game, I thought you would listen!
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Y'all got t it twisted, like a Jewish Christian
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I taught you how to dismay your labels
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When they told you about it, they showed some kissing
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When you tell the truth, you'll say you was distant
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What's being dope got to do with stitching?
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Stay true when they'll praise you
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And that's what a hell I call true religion!
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True Religion
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| Chamillionaire |
