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One hit wonders, ya blink and ya miss
one
They come and go on beats that sounds
like this one
One hit wonders, ya blink and ya miss
one
We all sound good, on beats that sound
like this one

Now, bob ya head
Ah, ha, ha
Now, bob ya head
Ah, ha, ha
Now, bob ya head

(Chameleon)
I guess we just got to break it down for
ya

Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I know who bullshittin', I know who really
spittin'
I know who authentic, I know what's
ghost written
Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I be listenin'

Dudes gotta use they brain (Noodle)
I can find what you lookin' for (Google)
So fly, I should have wings (Hooters)
My people push keys, pianos, computers
Different, diverse
Versace designs
You could make a livin', just watchin' me
grind
I'm over ya head (737 Boeing)
Bouncin' through ya hood (Boing, boing,
boing)
My music makes ya feel good, X pills
Ain't did what I set out to do yet, sit still
You gon' respect the Whiteboy, Mak Mill
Lotta dudes down for the cause, that's
real
If you ain't fakin', why you gotta act real
I'm the same me, in and outta Nashville
Stand up and represent all day (Ha, ha.
Flag pole)
Not the nicest person, you know (Ha.
Asshole)

Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I know who bullshittin', I know who really
spittin'
I know who authentic, I know what's
ghost written
Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I be listenin'

I'm on time (Rolex)
You p*ssy (Kotex)
Tellin' me I'm hot, but I already know that
Click, quick, Kodak
Shit I hear is so whack
Beats by Dre, couldn't do nothin' for that
Rappers played out
Status, throwback
I'ma get a K-9
Translation, where the dro at

A pro at rippin' rappers asses in half
I'm doin' numbers, you should feel as if
you're in math class
I rap, you rap, everybody laughs
A battle rapper, quick to hand a rapper
his ass
I'm good everywhere
European cash
Couldn't slow me down, if you put syrup
in my glass
Serpents, in here
Now, snakes
Pretenders, actors
Don't know who is fakes
Gas pedal, ain't no money in the brakes
And it's fun and games, til somebody
end up in the lake
Biatch

Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I know who bullshittin', I know who really
spittin'
I know who authentic, I know what's
ghost written
Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I be listenin'

You got that Bay Area money, it's too
short
I made money off smokers in the hood
(Newport)
Got that stacked up, worked on
Went hard
Money long, ha, Old Hickory Boulevard
I bully artists, the way I put 'em in place
f*ck a diss record, I'd rather spit in ya
face
Catchin' a case, just bond money and
legal fees
Holdin' cell, ten minutes
Just watch how quick ya people freeze
I'm really me, literally, any enemy
Who wants to test the infamy, in which
proceeded me
Come on
It ain't shit, why even discuss it
It'll funk the whole house up
f*ck it, just flush it
Haters are part of the game, groupie
whores
I got G's stacked up, ha, Gucci store
And it's hell for a Whiteboy, unless his
name's Eminem
Wasn't shit else to say, might as well get
at him again
Ha, ha

Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I know who bullshittin', I know who really
spittin'
I know who authentic, I know what's
ghost written
Don't you ever think I'm not listenin'
I be listenin'

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