| It’s been a year and some change
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| And I’ve been hearin' some things
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| That there’s some motherfuckers tryin' to be me
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| But ain’t none of these motherfuckers tryin' to see me
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| So I won’t stop, and I don’t stop, yeah
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| It’s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
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| I’m hearin' muh’fucka’s tryin’a steal my flow
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| But it ain’t no thing cause see my nigga J. O
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| Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do'
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| Now I done been so many places and seen so many faces
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| But none of these motherfuckers do it like me
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| Don’t no motherfuckin' clique do it like we
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| Guess I’m doin' the right thing like Spike Lee
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| See they talk like they some ho’s, I walk like I’m suppose'
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| But if they get in the way they get stepped on
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| It’s the hundred-thou with the bling kept on
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| Dippin' on my semi-automatic weap-on
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| I ain’t playin' no games, and I ain’t sayin' no names
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| Nigga put the shoes on if they fit you
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| Well there’s two things that I’m gon' admit to
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| That I won’t stop, and I don’t stop
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| It don’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| It don’t stop, it won’t stop
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| It don’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| It don’t stop, it won’t stop
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| I take whatever come wit the wealth, and even humble myself
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| But I ain’t the kinda nigga you can style on
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| I got a coupe that I’m finna put some miles on
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| And I ride on these niggas wit a smile on
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| See I’m 'bout stackin' money but when they start actin' funny
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| I fall back and all a man do is laugh
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| I’m the kinda player that ain’t gotta do the draft
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| Buncha hits, couple plaques nigga do the math
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| But a nigga must be gone for gettin' his hustle on
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| So I had to come through and take the corner back
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| And I’m back wit the rubber bands on a stack
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| Nigga quit or take what I give on a pack
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| Girls still think I’m fly
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| Blow kiss and wink the eye
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| And tell me they wanna go somewhere and freak off
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| I tell 'em I would love to stop and take the week off
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| But I won’t stop, and I don’t stop
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| It don’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| It don’t stop, it won’t stop
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| It don’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| It don’t stop, it won’t stop
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| I listen to niggas flippin' my lines
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| And be grippin' my nine
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| Like damn niggas flip and only spit game
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| Niggas comin' at me tryin' to get names
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| Niggas lookin like me tryin' to get fame
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| See first it didn’t matter, and I was a little flattered
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| But now these young boys they gettin' too grown
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| Like I ain’t show 'em how to rock jewels two toned
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| But it won’t stop, and it don’t stop
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| Yeah
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| It don’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| It don’t stop, it won’t stop
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| It don’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| It don’t stop, it won’t stop
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| It’s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
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| I’m hearin' muthafuckas tryin’a steal my flow
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| But it ain’t no thing cause see my nigga J. O
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| Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' |