| I was thinkin', I was like «I wonder if muhfuckas’ll remember that»
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| Like, not only like «He was great, he was the best rapper alive or he was»
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| Like, I wonder if muhfuckas really remember me
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| For the innovator I am
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| And I was thinkin' (Thinkin')
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| I was thinkin' how saturated things get these days
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| And, and how easy it is to forget the greatness
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| The greatness of something or someone
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| And, um, today I, I plan to
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| Take 10 minutes or 15 minutes out of your day and my day to, um
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| Elaborate on the subject
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| I’m the talk around town, shit, you all talk
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| Money in the bank got me smilin' like Paul Wall
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| I don’t even see it, I just raw dog
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| Shit, my side bitch a player, she a ball hog
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| Always on the go, I’m a Rolling Stone
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| Steal your bitch, I don’t need the swag, just need my cologne
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| Like this a Rolex, baby, this ain’t Michael Kors
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| And you need to suck the dick before I hit exhaust
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| If I had a penny every time they ask me what it cost
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| I could buy every island I seen on Lost
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| I could buy myself a whole commercial plane
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| Fuck it, get a blimp and let it say my name
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| And I ain’t socializing when I talk about this aim
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| Re-rollin' all those roaches, was losing my way
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| Forgot me so much times, now you remember my name
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| Well that’s the same, same, same, now you postin' my game?
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| Me, myself, and I, holy trinity
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| If I fucked around and died, you’d remember me
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me
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| Me, myself, and I, holy trinity
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| If I fucked around and died, you’d remember me
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me
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| Serve Perc, twenties, like outta the Honda
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| Walkin' with Jeffrey, look like Hotel Rwanda
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| Blessed in since a youngin'
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| If I alert one the Codys, then they would do it for nothin'
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| Flirtin' with your BM on my BBMs and news, I’m keepin' 'em
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| Got so much class, but never finished school, like, «who was teachin' 'em?
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| Said «fuck the odds,» and every evening, I’m in the streets again
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| I never banged my homie’s souls 'cause I ain’t leavin' 'em
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| So I speak for them, make that heat for them
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| For all my dead beat brothers, 'til they meet again
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| So don’t ask me about my motives or my reasoning
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| See these hustles in my veins, I was born to win
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| On my darkest days, bag the pills, had to order in
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| Big homies, phones high, can’t say co-ordinance
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| Even though my momma losin' and I’m goin' in
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| So I’m born to win
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| Me, myself, and I, holy trinity
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| If I fucked around and died, you’d remember me
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me
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| Me, myself, and I, holy trinity
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| If I fucked around and died, you’d remember me?
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me
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| I got leverage in these streets, I got leverage in me |