| Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh-uh-uh, uh
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| Ali, you thirsty on Twitter
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| You boo-boo, you T
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| You turned down, you thirsty
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| You boo-boo
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| Uh, I’m tryna learn something new
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| I’m tryna find myself, I’m searching deep for Kendrick Lamar
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| I read about Napoleon Hill and try to know God
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| They say he the key to my blessings
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| and if I speak the good into existence, that instant my dreams will unlock
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| Money flow like water, I’ll just wait at the dock
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| And by the way I’ma start, finding more light to shed
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| like a small garage in your backyard
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| I’m back chilling with a friend of mine, she mighty fine
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| But I notice that her heart resides next to bitterness
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| Always hollering who she don’t like, and who she kick it with
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| Who she wanna fight, who wearing a weave
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| Who Dooney &Bourke bag is fake, who holding the keys
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| to the car she drove last year, or who fucking on who
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| and who need a pap smear, getting on my nerves
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| But before your negative energy curve, bitch, I’ma cut you off
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| Cause every time you come around you be hollering that
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| whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah
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| He say, she say, oh my God
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| Shut the fuck up… hoe
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| Every time you come around you be hollering that
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| whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah
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| He say, she say
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| Uh, I’m tryna learn something new
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| I’m tryna surround myself with people that inspire me
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| or at least inquire similar desires
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| to do what it T-A-K-E just to reach the T-O-P
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| I’m talking ideas, motivation
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| It’s more than making enemies my nigga
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| Oh, that’s not your memo? |
| Then tell me why you constant stressing
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| on how much you well connected like centipedes my nigga?
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| I function with you and you flaunt your pistol
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| Every second tell me how you pressed him at the Monte Crystal
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| Where so-and-so from, and what neighborhoods beefing
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| Who baby momma’s a rat, and who got killed last weekend
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| That shit is mad depressing, bringing me down
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| Speak on something with some substance that can get us both paid
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| rather than telling me how these niggas jocking your style
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| or his rims ain’t bigger, pussy nigga, I’ma cut you off
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| Cause every time you come around you be hollering that
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| whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah
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| He say, she say, oh my God
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| Shut the fuck up… scary ass
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| Every time you come around you be hollering that
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| whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah
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| He say, she say
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| Uh, I’m tryna learn something new
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| I’m tryna better my chances of becoming a star
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| I’m tryna feel the vibe of Mona Lisa, studying art
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| Now paint that picture, life behind bars
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| Remember the very day I got caught?
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| I murdered a rapper, and you filed the police report?
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| See what I was taught, family is all I need
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| But indeed, them too can run me right up a tree
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| Constantly talking shit bout the next relative
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| Wanting me to take sides, but I’d never give in
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| Ever since grandma died everyone parted ways
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| Argue on holidays, left my uncle in prison
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| For fifteen years no one paid, him attention but moms
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| Yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come
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| Come to my house just to yap about your own people, dang
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| And if your blood wasn’t running through my veins
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| I would probably cut y’all off, too, yep
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| Cause every time you come around y’all be hollering that
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| whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah
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| He say, she say, oh my God
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| Shut the fuck up… keep it running Ali
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| Every time you come around you be hollering that
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| whoop-de-whoop, blase-blah
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| He say, she say
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| So tell 'em shut the fuck up
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| Tell 'em shut the fuck up
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| Yeah bitch you boo-boo, you T
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| You turned down, you thirsty
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| Tell 'em shut the fuck up
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| Tell 'em shut the fuck up
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| Yeah nigga you boo-boo, you T
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| You turned down, you thirsty
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| You thirsty, you boo-boo
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| You T, you turned down
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| You boo-boo, you T
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| You boo-boo, you turned down
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| You thirsty, you T
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| You boo-boo, you turned down
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| You boo-boo, you T
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| You turned down, you weak
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| You weak, yo' bitch weak
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| Yeah
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| You boo-boo, you T
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| Keep all that
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| What is HiiiPoWeR?
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| HiiiPoWeR is the way we think, the way we live
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| See it’s known today that the human race is nothing
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| No moral, no standards
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| What we’re about to do is raise the level of expectations
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| No you don’t have to have a lot of money
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| You don’t have to be rich
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| But you will be rich in mind and spirit
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| Some say it’s as big as a crew, some say it’s as big as a gang
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| HiiiPoWeR, we stand for it as if it’s as big as a religion |