| I could drive a Benz, but I’m still in my old-ass Honda
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| Cocky’s in a coma, but I got my commas
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| It be skinny dudes packin' those anacondas
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| I might be petite, but I’m a fucking monster
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| Everything I do hits the roof
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| My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
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| No cap, I’m outtie
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| Everything I fear’s on a noose
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| I got nothing to lose
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| Two twos, I’m outtie
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| Everything I do hits the roof
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| My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
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| No cap, I’m outtie
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| Everything I fear’s on a noose
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| I got nothing to lose
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| Two twos, I’m outtie
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| Some girls say, «You lucky I don’t want your man»
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| But the truth is, boy, you lucky I don’t want your plan because
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| Blueprint, and Blonded, good kid, m.A.A.d city
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| Got love for Amy and Fugees, and Lauryn
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| But no fuckin' pinche cabron, let’s get it
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| Seein' every color like tie-dye is
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| Never really ever had a high like this
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| Tryna keep my head up and avoid minus
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| No negative, I’m just tryna mind my biz
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| Titties still small, nails not done
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| Hair not done and my teeth ain’t fixed
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| But your man, your mom, your sis
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| Your favorite artist, all of them love my shit
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| Why? |
| I’m different, you’re different, we’re different
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| (Two heads, different, are you listenin'?)
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| Everything I do hits the roof
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| My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
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| No cap, I’m outtie
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| Everything I fear’s on a noose
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| I got nothing to lose
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| Two twos, I’m outtie
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| Everything I do hits the roof
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| My city’s on the moon, fuck a toque
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| No cap, I’m outtie
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| Everything I fear’s on a noose
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| I got nothing to lose
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| Two twos, I’m outtie |