| In the land of the free
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| And the home of the brave
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| Everybody’s gonna go to a grave
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| We might be similar, but we are different in many ways
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| Whether it be your reaction time, or your scale of pay
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| You work a job, I got work that’s hard, we both workin' hard
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| But you ain’t me and I ain’t you
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| You let shit slide, I’m down to ride
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| I got heart and pride
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| You ain’t me and I ain’t you
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| She savin' up, while she broke as fuck
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| Turned down for what
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| You ain’t me and I ain’t you
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| I came to fuck, you came to cuff
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| That’s lame as fuck
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| You ain’t me and I ain’t you
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| I pat myself on the shoulder, fuck a bitch and roll her over
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| She from Cali, so she say I’m the bomb and shit
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| I been myself in the world is constantly tryin' to make me someone else
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| That’s a great accomplishment
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| I’m a leader, I don’t follow dick eaters, go ahead and swallow
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| I brought Coogi back on the street, the first since Big
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| My heaters, filled with hollows
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| My closet, like the Apollo
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| Show time, furs galore, they bitin' the kid
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| Swagger jackin' at an all time high
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| This is true, I ain’t on yet, but they on mine
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| Damn you too?
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| I got a fade with a part dope boy swag, fucker
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| The world gonna know when they see me on that freshman cover
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| Maybe, never know
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| It’s like even the odds, last year’s the only time that I ever got robbed
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| And I’m talking bout magazines, not men with the masks, you seen, who?
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| You ain’t me, I’m not a victim like you
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| I think I’m in loooooove, ew
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| In between the legs of a chick so thick it feel like a tub
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| Gettin' my back rubbed, a lil better than Posh
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| That’s still my lil bitch, but she lookin' for something I’m not
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| I am that nigga, New York’s rekindled
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| We back, hot
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| If you was rappin' like a southerner, don’t think I forgot
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| You my sons, you ain’t my man
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| I’m big homie, in this here land
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| I told niggas I was gonna do it, y’all told lies to the fans
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| Troy Ave would never do ya like that, baby
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| Shit is wack, I’m only dealin' in facts, play me
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| With confidence, this the brand you can trust and believe
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| Vacant cribs to vacations, I lived A through Z
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| They reality grips ain’t firm, they don’t know AZ
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| I’m on Summer Jam with Nas, I fingerpopped Foxy
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| And she was poppin' in command of that year brand new
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| I didn’t fuck though just keeping it true haha |