| Look at what God made, I’m God-like
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| The image of well-done, I’m too nice
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| Those «oh-so-wrongs» done turned to «You right»
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| And those «oh-so» days done turned to great nights
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| I been peeping and watching, waiting my turn
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| Since niggas ain’t straighten up like a nappy-head mind his perms
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| Give or take, nowadays rappers like leaves in Fall
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| They wither away, nowadays I’m like scripture on Sunday
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| I’m giving them faith, doors is open, no ushers needed
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| The way I testify my fly, you think I’m preaching
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| The way I do this shit so big, you’d think I’m Meechi
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| All my niggas live real good, we call it geechi
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| Bless me, bless me Lord, no need for sneezing
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| Achoo, multi first, it’s our season
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| I knew, I catch air without breathing
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| And bang on a mothafucka that doubted my leaping
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| Hol' up
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| And make it easy on yourself
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| And make it easy on yourself
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| Make it
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| Let’s be honest, I’m better
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| I did it without the vouchers and feathers they tethered to keep you together
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| The distance I jumped off the porch just couldn’t be measured
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| Yo metaphors never make sense in the storm that I weathered
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| Undoubtedly, proud to be, I’m like lightning in a bottle
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| A country boy killing yo' favorite rapper’s bound to shock you
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| It’s funny how faces scrunch when I swing like a Tyson punch
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| In that old school, my vocals blaring
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| Nigga, tell me you hearing the level I’m on
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| Put some bass in yo' tone
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| Southside, outside Multi lumni', rep that shit 'til I’m gone
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| Sun die, sometimes when you stand out, ain’t nowhere to belong
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| Winner’s circle, build a castle, guess I’ll make this my home
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| Planting flags, boast and brag, plus I’m stating my feet
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| You on radio, we do what told, they came to see me
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| 'Cause I did it without a hit, my nigga, you know how it be
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| When it’s real, no doubt, all this here come word of mouth
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| Put me in yo' conversations, whisper 'bout me like I’m Jason
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| Only rapper tell you go to church, keep it playa', motivate the nation
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| I’m a living work of art, ya’ll niggas ain’t even good at tracing
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| I’m so throwed in the game, I’m clearing all the bases
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| I’m so on another level, didn’t even know you made it
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| Looking in the mirror at myself, I’m like «Hi, The Greatness»
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| Oh, Lord, the way you blessed me, know I must be highly favored
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| Just this one time, can’t make it easy on these haters
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| Krizzle
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| And make it easy on yourself
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| And make it easy on yourself
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| Make it |