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Yo, yo (Yo), yo, yo (Yo)

If I'm ever choked up, then it's probably the buds
And if you heard it and you bugged, then it was probably us
Crazy, deranged like Martin Rockin' the pajamas to clubs
Drama got my mama tryna beeline to the church
Let these kids coon for chips like Stymie and Buck'
I'm done grindin' for these f**ks, unless I grind me a nug
Had to stop gettin' drunk, need to find a new drug
So I can slap my tape down like I'm rhymin' with Puff (Meanwhile)
Back at the [?][0:41] HQ
Glidin' on a break, but we tryna get cake, too
Interviews, awards shows, I'm tryna be fake, too (Hi, how are you?)
You tryna be like Mike in the nineties
I'm tryna be like Mike now, a d**khead in Levi blues
And black leather vests, BDE like I'm death-proof
Allow me to get loose, already my credentials
And might get mental over any type instrumental (Meanwhile)
I'm watchin' all these rappers go act up
See youngins packin' bad guns when they get smacked up

So run, tell your kinfolk I'm back
Boy, you didn't have to do these motherf**kers like that
'Cause if I don't do it, who can? (I don't know)
And if I'm not the greatest, then who am (I don't know)
All these suckers plantin' seeds from a sucker MC
So if I don't do it, who can?
If I don't do it, who can? (I don't know)
And if I'm not the greatest, then who am? (I don't know)
All these sucker MCs breed more sucker MCs
So if I don't do it, God damn
Say somethin', say somethin' (God damn)
Say somethin', say somethin'
Say somethin', say somethin' (Yeah)
Say somethin', say somethin'

Put on a beat, watch n***as freak the f**k out
Transform your whip, that mini-coupe SC's a truck now
Placin' bets on jut how many opps go duck down
Turn it up in the 'burbs, watch how the cops gone come 'round
Oh, damn, word, I'm havin' fun now
Make a thug put his gun down like Beck in The Rundown
Time after time, I get high, don't come down
Always kept it funky, the mic smellin' type bum loud
I don't need to hear your sh*t to know it's a thumbs down
I'm spoiled, you bite me, you might need some Tums now
Name's sh*ttin' on the tip of they tongue now
Bro, you heard Q's? He's the truth, he's the one now (Meanwhile)
Head bigger than the throwback RiRi
The flex sealed the deal as seen on TV

So run, tell your kinfolk get back
Boy, you didn't have to do these motherf**kers like that
'Cause if I don't do it, who can? (I don't know)
And if I'm not the greatest, then who am (I don't know)
All these sucker MCs breed more sucker MCs
So if I don't do it, who can?
If I don't do it, who can? (I don't know)
And if I'm not the greatest, then who am? (I don't know)
All these suckers plantin' seeds from a sucker MC
So if I don't do it, who can?
It's that time of day between light and dark
That always makes me wonder who I am and where I fit in
Hey, shut up, man, he's cookin'
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