| Nah, for real, know what I’m sayin', like
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| Like music my first love, right
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| But, what it turned into is like
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| You know these cats got it now, she just like a ho
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| They ain’t doin' it right to make
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| Yeah, for real, yeah, yeah
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| Switched it up, don' changed the shit on that damn
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| Yeah, everybody don' ran through it
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| Mumble rap rappin'
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| Ain’t no more substance in shit
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| Right, right
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| (They don’t treat it how it needs to be treated)
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| I kinda want that old thing back
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| Yeah, I was young I was hungry
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| I was chasing the bag at twenty-one
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| I was lucky to find an uneaten fucking (What?)
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| Honeybun I forgot about
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| Now I got money falling out fifties, hundreds, and twenties (Right)
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| And I know nothing is funny about the Manchester bombing
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| But we got something in common, both of us are alarmin' (What?)
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| Foul, disgusting, and awful (Yeah), so repugnant and ugly (Yup)
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| I could give the Boston Marathon a run for its money, yeah
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| And you could say I’m a little bit immature
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| But this type of literature got me a little richer, haha
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| But I get insecure when them other dudes hit on you, girl
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| You’re letting him fiddle with your clitoris
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| Remember you were my fucking…
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| She used to be my favorite, bitch
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| Things will never be the same
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| Man, it funny how you changed
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| Fuckin' flipped the script
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| You don' let a bunch of lames fall through
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| And complain that I can’t burn it
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| You ain’t have to do it like that
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| Told you I’d be right back
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| Look at what you did I needed legit
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| Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch
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| Yeah, always hated my smile
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| Momma told me it’s goofy
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| I’d get picked on at school
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| Come home and she’d school me
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| She never sugarcoated it to me
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| She said if I wasn’t so stupid and ugly
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| I wouldn’t always get bullied (True)
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| I think all my struggles get emotional
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| Could be 'cause how behind the 8-ball
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| And far in the hole that they put me
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| Now I’m on a roll like a Tootsie (Yeah)
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| I’m just trollin' you pussies
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| But I’m like stroller 'cause you’ll see just how I roll if you push me (Haha)
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| That’s what I do this music for
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| When I was goin' through some of the hardest times I drew from her
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| But she’s like the devil because I just can’t let loose of her
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| 'Cause the thought of losing her
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| Makes me just wanna just let loose on her
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| Late-night hit the studio, tryna rendezvous with her
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| Tell her, it’s a butt-dial girl, yeah, booty-call (Haha)
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| That’s how it used to be, yeah
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| 'Cause you and me, we ruled the world
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| And we made Curtis blow (Fifty)
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| Fuck, I miss them days
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| She used to be my favorite, bitch
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| Things will never be the same
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| Man, it funny how you changed
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| Fuckin' flipped the script
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| You don' let a bunch of lames fall through
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| And complain that I can’t burn it
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| You ain’t have to do it like that
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| Told you I’d be right back
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| Look at what you did I needed legit
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| Like the music I had to bounce on my favorite bitch
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| You fuckin' leavin' me bitch?
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| I don’t think so, sit your motherfuckin' ass down
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| I swear to God, you run to that door
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| I’ma put one in the back of your fucking head
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| I’ma ask you this one time
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| And the answer better be, «Yes»
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| Would you marry me again?
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| Now that everything is changed (Yeah)
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| It’ll never be the same (Ah)
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| As the era whens we came (Who?)
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| From Nas to Pac, Rock (Yeah), Eric B, and Kane (I know)
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| But I know a few from this era that are lyrically insane
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| And although most are never gonna hit the level Cole or Weezy at
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| Or be emotionally attached to Yo MTV raps (Yeah)
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| Runnin' home from school to catch an episode
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| The feeling that it gave you to rip the plastic off the tape
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| You hold and peel it back, yeah
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| Tear it off and play it (What?)
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| Swear to God, 4 o’clock
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| We crowd around the TV, Butter in his underwear and socks
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| When Nani was con-artisted (Yeah)
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| And Proof had his hair in locks (Doody)
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| Back when Flavor Flav had us wearing clocks
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| But back with Ed Lover (Yes)
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| When there was two Dr. Dre’s, that’s a paradox (Pair of docs)
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| But I never thought I’d get so jealous
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| At the thought of letting you go psychologically
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| It’s gonna bother me, my eyes are already watery
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| Part of me don’t don’t wanna (Yeah), stop 'til I get you back
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| 'Cause I got put the work in and tell you I’m never givin' this up
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| The other part wants to tell you to just get fucked
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| Go back to whatever dick that you sucked (Ah)
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| Get back together with them, you slut
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| Givin' up the vagina like a trip to the gynecologist
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| When I helped you become bigger than you were
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| But I guess that it slipped you’re mind
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| You must be buying your time looking for someone to come along
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| That’ll make you feel like a dick back when you were mine, hah (Damn)
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| But truthfully it was never really you 'n me
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| Exclusively it is too many new MC’s you can choose between
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| But no matter how many motherfuckers ran through
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| Bet they can’t do it like me
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| But I can’t keep burnin' the candle at both ends
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| And I can’t handle it when I leave and you find another one
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| Now I gotta take this beat and dismantle it
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| I won’t grieve when I kill you
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| But if I can’t have you, bitch, nobody can
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| Hear me? | 
| I used to be your favorite, bitch |