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B. O. B Arena |
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Splendidyang |
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If anybody feeling fresh in the building |
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Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |
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And if you too fresh in the building |
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Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |
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And I' m still here with a lifestyle you would kill for |
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Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the getgo |
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Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia |
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For any of y' all that didn' t know |
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And I' m never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code |
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My back then couldn' t get dro, cause back then I was this broke |
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That' s why I got so many hustles |
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Bruh man from the fifth floor |
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What would you do in the middle of the winter |
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When the sun goes down and it gets cold? |
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Growin' up in a house with no stove |
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No doors, no walls, no windows |
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And my brother was always fresher |
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I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go |
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So that' s why now this the type of life that I live for |
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Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit |
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I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach |
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Now I' m the shit, fix the plumbing |
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Feel with my y' all, I' m this close |
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Spent my whole life chasin' shit, where' s nabisco? |
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My past memories, I miss those |
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Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for |
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If anybody feeling fresh in the building |
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Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |
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And if you too fresh in the building |
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Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |
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Let' s go, hey |
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I' m fresh off my pitstop |
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Flow airtight with no ziploc |
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Get shit pop when my shit drop |
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No hiphop, this tip hop |
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I' m back standin' at the tip top |
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Where I belong, it won' t be long |
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' Til you hear me on a B. o. B song |
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Some chick gettin' my skeet on |
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To touch the sole of my feet, g |
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You' re gon' have to get your reach on |
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I' m up all the way high, all the way fly |
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On the ground and I' m off the radar |
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Bernie madoff money, dawg |
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Got killers paid off with it all |
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I got the juice, could you place a call |
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And we place a call to who place a call |
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Don' t get your part and not too hard |
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I disregard what you say |
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Back up the trunk and pass the buck |
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Here' s where I' m stoppin' today |
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Got swag all on me, homie |
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Can' t wipe it away we too ill, ill |
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That' s how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feel |
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How you feel? |
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If anybody feeling fresh in the building |
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Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |
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And if you too fresh in the building |
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Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |
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And I' m still here with a black whip from the strange clouds |
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And I' m still here with the same team, nigga stay down |
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Still here for the east side |
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Ain' t a thing change but the bank account |
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Hands high when I come ' round |
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Cause I' m killin this shit nigga, hands down |
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And I go hard, my passport' s like a postcard |
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Give a fuck if I' m solo, I' ll go toetotoe with your whole squad |
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With the soul of a soldier |
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But even still I don' t want no parts |
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And no niggas with no hearts |
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You cocksuckers need yo guards |
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I' m throwed off for the most part |
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A young dog with an old bark |
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Flow dumb, but I' m so smart |
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I compose art, call me mozart |
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My nightlife' s like a soap opera |
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With two chicks like I' m noah' s ark |
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They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like " oh God!" |
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From a poor child to on top like a mohawk |
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But I always new I' d go far |
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Like a gas truck with no bar |
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So no applause, hold the applause |
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Just put your hand up if you know the song |
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If anybody feeling fresh in the building |
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Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |
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And if you too fresh in the building |
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Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now |
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And say damn I' m killing them, damn I' m killing them |
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I know they feeling me now |