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Woah, woah, woah, woah-woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Barack Obama lookin' at me What’s up? What's up? I'm hirin’ hands (Woo), inspirin' fans I'm givin' out jobs, I'm sketching up plans Police, they beat me, we storm the same streets We storm the same block, won't stop 'til we free Ain't think it was possible, ’til we accomplished it Now we accomplices, now we all poppin’ sh*t I'm gettin’ money, the kids gettin' money I'm droppin' racks and racks (And racks and racks) in church on a Sunday I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday White on white tracksuit, ’cause you know who run it We was hungover, South Beach was too sunny (Yeah) We out in Joburg, no sleepers, we clubbin' Catch me out in Europe with my black skin Fightin' for freedom, my n***a, ain't no more askin' Judge ain't never forget him for when he was trappin' (No, no, no, no) And that pu**y wet like a dolphin Baby, I'm a king, I'm a god, a thug My verses will live if I die from slugs That sh*t is power, man, that sh*t is love No, you cannot buy that from no f**kin' plug
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