| Talkin', talkin' crazy
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| Hi-five!
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| Uh-huh
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| (Round five, chicken flow
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| Kennedy Fried Chicken flow
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| Crown Heights, East of Portland)
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| Lot of rappers overated
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| Homie, that’s an understatement
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| I grew up on that Tigger in Tha Basement
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| You could say I made it, me and Andy goin' Kane and Undertaker
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| Talkin' crazy, y’all sonned the boy
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| But you know we ain’t related
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| I was told that I’m kinda strange, and I can’t debate it
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| Either way I’ma kill the game like it’s premeditated
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| Like thu-thu boy when I’m aimin at the booth-booth boy
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| Put the lighters to the roof, boy
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| When you ridin' in your coupe, boy
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| Aimin' at your whole crew, boy (bang)
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| I remember when police was in the hallway
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| Knockin', talkin'
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| We can hear you from long range
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| I said I’d turn it down, that was 'til they went away
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| Now I’m on my OT talkin' all day
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| Speak now or hold your peace
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| Before the Lord let my soul to sleep
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| And I got some goals I gotta reach (get it, get it, get it)
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| These moves you gotta see
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| Doin' my dance, ayy
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| I’m doin' my dance, don’t mind me
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| I’m doin' my dance, ayy
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| Look, I’m doin' my dance, watch
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| I’m doin' my dance, hustle
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| I’m doin' my dance, work
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| I’m doin' my dance, ayy, ayy
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| Just doin' my, doin' my, doin' my dance
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| Body tag, Jerome Bettis
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| I don’t smoke in that lettuce (ok)
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| I just pour up that chemics (what else?)
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| Show’s over, roll credits (don't stop)
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| Psyche, I just got started (ayy)
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| It’s win or learn, no losses (what else?)
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| Feeling sick, I might call in (what else?)
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| Wait, I don’t got bosses (that swag)
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| Yeah, I take a break but I don’t ever quit (that's real)
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| Yah, yeesh!
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| I keep a hundred bars up in the clip
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| This summer, we finna hit London and Swiss, swish
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| I run a business, you runnin' your lip
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| Back and forth between ATL so much
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| I been thinkin' 'bout gettin' fronts
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| Nowadays, no loyalty
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| They stab you in the back just to get in front
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| It’s a race against time to try to put down the things that I’m thinkin' of
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| I see people go insane when they find out their fifteen is up
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| Look, I’m doin' my dance, you see it
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| I look better in person, believe it
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| Wait, how you get my number?
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| Hey, delete it
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| I ain’t changed that since '13, I think its about time and I need it
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| G told me gotta pick up the pace
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| Hands in the air like I stick up the place
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| And I cannot falter whenever my face at the altar
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| Who you gave the ball to?
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| I don’t the play martyr
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| I just play my charter harder
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| Aimin' for the Hall of Fame
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| I lock and aim, my shot go bang!
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| You lames don’t want no parts
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| You all the same, the Charlamagne of talkin'
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| And I walk inside my lane
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| I came, I saw, I conquered
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| Dying’s gain, the pride it came before the fall
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| Summer’s ours, Andy’s comin'
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| Hit the floor, I’m John Travolta
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| Doin' my dance, ayy
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| I’m doin' my dance, don’t mind me
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| I’m doin' my dance, ayy
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| Look, I’m doin' my dance, watch
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| I’m doin' my dance, hustle
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| I’m doin' my dance, work
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| I’m doin' my dance, ayy, ayy
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| Just doin' my, doin' my, doin' my dance
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| Doin' my dance, ayy
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| I’m just doin' my dance, ayy
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| I’m doin' my dance
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| Look, me and my, ooh, ooh
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| I’m just doin' my dance, look at
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| I’m doin' my dance, no hands
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| I’m doin' my dance, look, look
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| I’m doin' my dance
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| Crae told me new level, new devil in this
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| It’s a battle outside, and you better be equipped
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| That’s why I gotta keep the good book on flip
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| And I’m runnin' through the rain
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| And I think I might slip like skrt
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| Pickin' it up, man, pick up the pace
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| So puttin' my high hands high, like I stick up the place
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| Whenever I die, I’ma tell my momma I’m in a better place
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| Gotta be puttin' it down on the record
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| I’ma set it straight, ayy! |