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You must challenge people to think
Challenge people to grow beyond where you find them
So that when they leave you, their minds have been elevated
A few degrees above where their minds were when you found them
So many mini-me's running around
It's so hard to keep track of the ones around town
Ain't nothing like me, in fact show no resemblance
Showing fake love to niggas' hidden agendas
I move forward, clique up or go to war with
But don't cross me, make double what it cost me
You low budget, off the money you be pinching
And I knock a nigga out quick, no matter what he benching
Oh, it's calisthenics, my caliber cause headaches
Niggas pick you up when it's over after the credits
Bitches look at us 'cause we the trendsetters
Getting high, everything's ten times better
And to the schools, nothing but some YouTube, fool
Something new for the sharks to bite up and chew
'Til they free all the niggas I've been dying to see
You hear your name on the M-I-C
Legendary me
Get paid
The shooters, the stabbers, the killers
And dealers living with no feelings
They say goons don't play
The liars and cheaters get money, get pussy
Better believe me, they know my name
Who's way? Unemployed, most loyal motherfuckers
And they staying illegal, I stay fresh, no pay
They get love and respect from the door from the second they see him
I run laps around competitors
Stunting in my element, practicing togetherness
Driving new whips depending on what the credit is
Why you trying to study other shit instead of this?
Pilots is locking cabins
Cops on film turning in their gun and badges
In the hood, on foot, they gotta try to run and catch us
Niggas selling crack, it's all about who run the fastest
It's a hundred meter sprint to the front door
I always kept a stick in the front door
Fiends back and forth, always running back to the store
The police thinking I'm trapping, they looking but ain't sure
Never sell drugs that ain't yours
But try to skydive off the eighth floor
There's no parachute that can stop the fall
Blame it on the drugs, nigga, knock it off
Get paid
The shooters, the stabbers, the killers
And dealers living with no feelings
They say goons don't play
The liars and cheaters get money, get pussy
Better believe me, they know my name
Who's way? Unemployed, most loyal motherfuckers
And they staying illegal, I stay fresh, no pay
They get love and respect from the door from the second they see him