| I’m known for running my mouth
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| I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh
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| I dunno, I might have said it
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| I was kinda gone and light-headed
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| And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red
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| And as usual, my pants tight-threaded
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| It seem like everybody dress tight now
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| And I just want my credit
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| Don’t get it, twisted, or dreaded
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| I am the king and will not be headed
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| To the morgue no time soon, brethren
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| Being broke made my head hurt
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| So I need the bread or an Excedrin
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| That’ll only get my engine revving
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| While y’all on 10, I’m on 11
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| I’mma make the news, be on at 7
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| Matter fact, I’m on this very second
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| I’m in first and y’all in second
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| And this verse only add to the freshness
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| Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list
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| What you think? |
| Way more bitches?
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| I can never be too big for my britches
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| Y’all motherfuckers know who this is
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| I’m gifted
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| Merry Christmas
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| Merry Christmas
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| I’m armed with pens, I’ve got my rhymes
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| Whatever comes, I write it down
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| So knock me out and shoot me down
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| With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time
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| You don’t know my mind
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| Like I’ve said a thousand times
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| I gotta stay ahead
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| Know what I’m fighting for
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| I’ll leave you to your talk
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| Never seen my kind before
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| And you’re all so thick-headed
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| Follow and I know I let it
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| Part of me won’t let me quit
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| Won’t let me just not say shit
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| So much is there to be bored with
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| Can’t be still, I can’t afford it
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| Try to hold it in, but it makes me sick
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| So I spit it up, say to hell with it
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| I dream it and I build it tall
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| Make a way for when you fall
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| I’m armed with pens, I’ve got my rhymes
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| Whatever comes, I write it down
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| So knock me out and shoot me down
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| With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time
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| I’m armed with pens, I’ve got my rhymes
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| Whatever comes, I write it down
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| So knock me out and shoot me down
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| With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the
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| I’m armed with pens, I’ve got my rhymes
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| Whatever comes, I write it down
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| So knock me out and shoot me down
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| With mics in hand, we’ll stand against the test of time |