| Yeah, I am the king of the E.A.
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| Get this bitch screwed like the DJ (Big slime)
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| Yeah, I am the shit where we play
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| We got them choppers where we play (Okay)
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| Yeah, come through the city
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| We gon' chop your ass up just like some sushi (Yeah)
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| AK-47, stick go stupid (Yeah)
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| Drop the money off on the way…
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| Okay, lil' dirty, nappy-headed East Atlanta nigga
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| Father said that I was a force
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| .44, Hank Aaron chrome
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| Wanna make it home? |
| Then get out the Porsche
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| Let a nigga cover FADER 'fore I have to fade a nigga at the FADER Fort
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| It’s tomato or tomato, either way, the boy the greatest
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| Play it, I won’t say it no more
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown
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| Board of Education vs. Brown
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| I was bored of education, left the town
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| Fuck a résumé and fuck a cap and gown
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| Fuck a background check back 'round when I get the check
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| Nigga, that’s now
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown (Oh, shit)
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown, crown, crown
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| Picked up the pad, picked up the slack
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| Pick of the litter, don’t litter no bag
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| Bassy been pickin' up racks, raps comin' clearer than Acuvue 2
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| And I’m back in the booth
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| Got 'em hackin' a Shaq 'cause they lackin' the juice
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| Niggas droppin' the ball, they on Shaqtin' a Fool
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| Actavis drool down the side of yo face
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| We ain’t jackin' it, we ain’t dappin' them fools
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| Get a napkin, you dudes is embarassin'
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| Who going crazy like us? |
| No comparison
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| Dreamville like Marion Jones on the steroids
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| Y’all niggas slow as a heroin high
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| Y’all had a year, y’all had a year?
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| Y’all had a year, but you let it go by
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| Yee
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown (Oh, shit)
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown, crown, crown
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| Dreamville head honcho
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| Bitch, we came from nothin' just like the big bang theory
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| The poverty stains kept the pain buried
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| And covered the shame with a dream
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| We would have fortune and fame
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| A mil' in the bank, chameleon paint turned cranberry
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| Now little Jermaine got the same story
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| As that boy out of St. Vincent-St. |
| Mary, G.O.A.T.
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| All hail King Cole, first of his name, long may he reign
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| The boy got the throne, but you know it ain’t a game
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| Ville nigga, I was born in the same
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| Pressure cooker that’s been known to bust a lump of coal and make a diamond
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| Two six, we enrolled in Reaganomics
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| Crew sick, we the Golden State of rhyming, on God
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| You could die today, so be hell to pay
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| I’m a livin', breathin', schemin' testimony
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| So don’t test me, homie, put the knee in horny
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| Put a foot up that ass, you a steppin' stone
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| All my niggas ain’t gettin' no sleep
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| All of my niggas be chasin' their dreams
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| Ooh, I’m a force of nature, I can’t wait to date ya
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| I was havin' problems 'til I had to break through
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| All my tattoos for sure, they ain’t never for show
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| Might get tattooed on tour, tell ya ho get the door
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| Spend my time makin' love to your thoughts
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| Gon' get in line, baby, slut up your mind
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| It’s a brand new season, I’m a righteous heathen
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| I take on the challenge and I leave it bleedin'
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| I was down bad, now I’m even Steven
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| And I’m leavin', leavin' every fuckin' weekend (Oh)
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown (Oh, shit)
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| I was just fucked up, I was just down, down bad
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| I had to tighten the fuck up, but I’m here for the crown, crown, crown, crown |