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Kool-Aid and frozen pizza
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It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa
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Dream of rocking crowds, see me filling up arenas
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This weed got me laughing like a damn hyena
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Yeah, I live a life pretty similar to yours
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Used to go to school, hang with friends and play sports
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Every single summer taking trips to the shore
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And that was all gravy but I knew I wanted more

[Hook]
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Ain't ever seen a young rapper like moi
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Can't believe they eyes, swear its just a mirage
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Still got my training wheels in the garage
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But I ain't gonna need those, I'ma go hard (Go hard)
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So far I've done pretty well for myself
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Couple trophies on the shelf so what else
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Could I want that I don't have yet
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Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet

[Verse 2]
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So I can go anywhere (Anywhere) anywhere (Anywhere)
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Cali for the kush, cause boy I know there's plenty there
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'Bout to be in music stores everywhere but not yet
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They can't understand my concept
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I been climbing up the great wall, haven't had a fall yet
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These blogs gotta know I'm on next
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Clean conscience, good Samaritan
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Companies send me clothes so I'm wearing 'em

[Hook]
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If you didn't know, well I'm from the 'Burgh
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Everything I drop recorded by Big Jerm
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I smoke herb and I make music
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I don't even talk about it boy, I just do it
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Everybody got their own opinion, the reasons why they feeling 'em
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You must admit he's killing 'em, running off adrenaline

[Verse 3]
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Waiting for the game to wanna let him in, so open up
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The boy a barrel of a smoking gun
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Whether I'm old or young, the chosen one
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I got a hundred billion flows to come
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I hope you know the lyrics to every single song
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So when I'm at a show everyone can sing along
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My weed bag empty, bottle at its last drop
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I'm feeling like this could be my last shot

[Outro]
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But many more songs to make cousin
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So why the fuck you bugging?