Intro
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[Verse 1]
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Look, listen
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I met Hov last week, that shit was hella cool
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Diddy introduced me as best of the new school
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Not so shabby for an Alabama b*tch
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For gettin' rich
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I got respect from heavy hitters
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And Diddy without a disc
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And now, I came to deliver
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I'm off of Twitter
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And in your speakers we gon' see who really f*ckin' with her
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Man I can't wait to see the jaws drop
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Collectively when these songs drop
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Notorious with the artpop, one hell of a picture
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And I know, I ain't got no hourglass figure
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But I can get smaller while my pockets gettin' bigger
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They worried 'bout me and not who out with they n*gga
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They break they own heart and now they windin' up bitter
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And now they start projecting all their clouds on me
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I guess it's fine to let 'em take it out on me
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Y'all do what you do, yeah
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'Cause I guess I write these songs about you
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('Cause I guess I write these songs about you)
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Do-do-do, do
[Chorus]
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And I'm havin' the time of my life
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You gotta pay me to care, yeah-yeah, look
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And I anticipated this flight
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And now I'm up in the air, the air, oh
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Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights
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And now they takin' me there
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Mmm-mm, just let them talk, talk, talk
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Yeah, that seems fair
[Verse 2]
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Look, listen
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I ain't no - average n*gga, that pick of a litter
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I'd sooner have a hit, if my ass was a little bit bigger
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Sat back and watch me findin' ways
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I can come and obliterate the whole game
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These b*tches think that I'm plain
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These b*tches think that I'm plain
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They doin' shit I ain't fun dah, it's like my name isn't Jane
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I'm 22 makin' money, I feel too blessed to complain
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But I'm much better than the next man
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I'm married to the game
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And I swear God has been the best, man
[Bridge]
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I sound too fuckin' pressed, man
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Let's backtrack the accolades, I have that
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The pressure fuckin' stacked that
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At the weight of a gravel backpack
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This shit I wrote a month ago
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Outdated just like snapbacks
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And Seven told me if I want that body, I can snapback
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And gonna tag rap and hit 'em so hard
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They wonder what happened
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No cappin', hoes lackin'
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I said it, what's crackin'?
[Verse 3]
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I set the precedent, at this point I'm your president
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Now, how you sick as me becoming function as the medicine?
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Say lightbulb, no Edison. I fought hard, they let us in
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Competitive, I knock these b*tches lights out like a sedative
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Your fave got hella hits, becomin sixth for writers credited
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My lyrics come embedded, I breathe and these n*ggas sweatin'
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Your favorite rapper no better, his favorite rapper OG (OG)
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My favorite rapper my brother, his favorite rapper is me
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You pay to get in and see us, we play and get in for free
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In wich I prayed on each of my visions
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Now everybody gon' see.
[Chorus]
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And I'm havin' the time of my life
F#7
You gotta pay me to care, yeah-yeah, look
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And I anticipated this flight
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And now I'm up in the air, the air, oh
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Oh, I have only dreamed of these heights
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And now they takin' me there
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Mmm-mm, just let them talk, talk, talk
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Yeah, that seems fair
[Verse 3]
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Say my intensity impractical
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My pen is tactical
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Yeah, I'm the actual
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I smack fire out these lists, like "Bitch, be rational"
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Professional truth-teller
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When I'm in the booth, I can make the roof swell up
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Top blown, not sloppy what I own, no copies exist
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They put that ice on their wrists
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I put that fire in these hits
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I put my trust in my God
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I'm not gon' fight with no b*tch
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I'm not gon' argue no more
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Already know what it is
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I'm the better option, a problem to coexist
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I been quietly gettin' tired of this shit
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When I quit growin', I'll get tired of this shit
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When they start caring 'bout the likes and the clicks
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When they stop ridin' on d*cks
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That's when I'll rise in that conversation like
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I'm in your lady friends thighs
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Apologize if I'm talkin' shit, I earned it
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This industry shit, I kept low and learned it
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I claimed it then I affirmed
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My losses was always worth it
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My genius they never heard it
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My billboard a conversation
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My come up was picture perfect
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