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This single was released on 12 April 2024. The vocals are by Tom MacDonald, the music is produced by Tom MacDonald, and the lyrics are written by Tom MacDonald.
This song is originally in the key of F Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 66 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Tom MacDonald,
Producer: Tom MacDonald,
Writer: Tom MacDonald,

 
Original Key: F Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 66
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]

[VERSE ONE]
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 I been hearin' that they think my political music is boring
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 Tell 'em I'm sorry, I been rappin' 'bout things that I feel are important
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 I could talk about how rich I am, all these little rappers that I'm bigger than
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 I could should you the impact addiction had, how the liquor turned me to a different man
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 I'm not the kid who was visitin' Disneyland
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 I'm not a perfect Christian, have a sinner's past
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 But I sobered up, prescriptions hit the trash
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 Now I'm sitting back with fifty Billboard plaques
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 Twenty million dollars and a million fans
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 Middle fingers flippin', I can't flip 'em back
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 I'm so independent so they get the message
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 I been spittin' facts, I'm not a fiction fan
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 I am the truth, I am the GOAT
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 I am the proof you can rеach every one of your goals
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 You can bе too drunk, way too high, but it's never too late to have hope
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 I am the one, I'm gonna preach, you can reach every one of your dreams
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 You can be up against the whole entire world and you can beat 'em if you just believe
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 They've been sayin' I'm Illuminati and I'm goin' to Hell
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 They're desperately searchin' for any excuse to explain why I've done what they can't do themselves
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 The only way they can make sense of my fame is claim I worship Satan and labels have helped
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 I don't have an advantage, it's natural talent
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 Your ego is damaged, admit that you failed
  
 [VERSE TWO]
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 I remember back when I was the only political rapper, what the hell happened?
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 All the sudden everyone who never gave a damn got political and started rappin'
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 Tragic, I should be flattered, man, I created the genre they practically jackin'
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 Actin' like they in the conversation, they ain't nowhere near it, on a different planet
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 This is not YouTube, this is upper echelon
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 President of Sony on my telephone
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 I get what I want, how I want, when I want until the day that I'm dead and gone
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 The internet in love with beef, they want rappers at war
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 But I don't care who's comin' at me
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 I swore that I wouldn't do disses no more
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 The last time I battled the man that I trampled lost his career and then had a divorce
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 That wasn't fair, homie got torched
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 I feel the weight like I'm carryin' around a corpse
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 Still no deals, still no team
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 Still just little old me
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 Still makin' fun of the whole industry
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 Still rap on my own beats
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 I'm the only multimillionaire in my family tree
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 I keep hearin' rumors that my parents rich and that's how I got in the lead, that's a big L I E
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 If you wanna know the truth, I guess
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 I can show you why I move like this
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 Let me take you back into my head, tell you 'bout the movie I lived
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 Former alcoholic, nothin' in my wallet
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 Every doctor said that I was depressed
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 Should be inside a coffin or inside a cardboard box and addicted to meth
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 I was sleepin' on my best friend's couch, I was dreamin' of a west end house
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 We was livin' in the basement, sweet east side, pray that we'd get out
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 Motorcycles on the front lawn, bunch of crackheads in the alley
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 Open up my bedroom window and tell 'em there's empty bottles they can have
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 Cops at the door, I couldn't sleep
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 Makin' up noodles to eat for a week
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 I couldn't stomach the food I was makin'
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 If I wasn't high, still I always had weed
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 Leavin' the crib and the neighbors are trippin'
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 I'll flip 'em the bird, I ain't stoppin' to talk
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 They leavin' us notes on the passenger window 'cause we always parkin' the whip in their spot
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 Ten in the morning, we sippin' on 40's and takin' the Honda Civic up the block
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 Lookin' for one of my homies who livin' on the street 'cause he got addicted to rocks
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 Waitin' in line at church, they're givin' out food
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 I would pull up every second Sunday, get some hard boiled eggs and juice, that was the move
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 I was a broke boy then I blew up
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 I was suicidal, yeah, the mood sucked
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 Now I been rich, I done made hits, I been prayin' I don't screw it up
 
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 [VERSE THREE]
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 And now that I've blown up, they're mad that I've grown up
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 They're missin' my old stuff
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 They say my political music's all soundin' the same and the flows suck
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 I'm never gonna be the old Tom or recapture the magic of old songs
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 I don't know, Tom
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 You the GOAT, Tom
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 Give me what I want or I will go, Tom
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 Shut up
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 I'm not the guy that you fell in love with back when I was young and dumb
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 Always gettin' drunk, takin' hella drugs, livin' in the ghetto, no food for a month
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 Couldn't pay the power bill, the shower filled with towels, mold and hella bugs
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 That was the old Tom, that was broke Tom
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 Stop saying you miss who I was
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 Now you can give me all the Gucci, give me all the Louis
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 Give me everything I wanted once
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 Give me Lamborghinis, give me all my flowers
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 Gave you everything I have to show me love
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 Now they call me racist and they say I'm canceled but I guarantee you that there will be blood
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 I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't stoppin' nothin'
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 I'ma really go there, I don't give a fuck
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 I'm the best thing going right now, they can't mess with me
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 I been up, I been down, I climbed out my grave
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 I been great way before today
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 And I'll be great till I decide to walk away
 
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 [VERSE FOUR]
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 And I'm the one you have to thank for every independent artist gettin' Billboard plaques
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 I showed everybody how to beat the record labels and still, I don't get no thanks
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 Everybody who been hatin' on me copies every little thing I'm doin'
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 I mean, they dress like me, sign CDs
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 No one is buying they music
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 I'm the blueprint for these YouTube kids, every single little view you get
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 Every time you get an iTunes check you just imitate what I do best
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 I'm on Fox News
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 I'm on Rolling Stone
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 In the New York Times
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 On the radio
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 Got a million views, milly on the Gram
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 You still waitin' to be verified, man
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 I am the reason that Billboard removed all the digital sales charts off their website
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 I was out performing label artists and executives, pressured them to hit the red light
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 Universal, Warner Music, Sony CEOs wanted me dead
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 But they ain't ever gonna really kill me, they'll just cancel the digital charts instead
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 Stop tellin' me that anyone else is bigger than I am
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 Go get the Nielsen SoundScan numbers, tell me what you find, man
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 Who's the biggest? I am
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 They're angry that I love America, guess it's a problem 'cause I'm Canadian
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 I live in the states, I gave two hundred grand to the veterans, I am a patriot
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 I am not faking this, I don't need to keep on makin' it
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 Good to retire three years ago basically
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 Go check my bank account, buddy, I'm crazy rich
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 I don't need money, I rap 'cause I'm made for this
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 I am only doing this because I love it
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 I told every record label they can shove it
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 Rappers hate on me but I'm above it
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 '93 Shawn Michaels, everyone can suck it
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 They want photos when they see me out in public
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 Then they trash me in the comments, what a bummer
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 I sign autographs and spill my guts and stomach
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 All I get is people prayin' that I'll plummet

 [VERSE] 
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 I came a long way, dreamt of this all day
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 I should've saw graves but God saves, I got faith
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 What a loser, I needed booze to maneuver
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 Bottles of Hooch in the cooler
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 Now I'm the proof that you can choose to be a trooper
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 And regroup a pursue of future, be a ruler
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 Screw all the rumors, hack all the dudes who be actin' stupid on computers
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 Hate is a fuel that humans can use to improve themselves if they don't let their wounds ruin' their movement
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 You can do it and then you can lose it
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 You could choose to view it through some other pupils
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 You could shoot for the moon, if you miss you recoup it and then execute it till you make it through it
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 There ain't no excuses, the rules are confusin'
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 So break 'em and use them to find the solution
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 The truth is you're losing till you are immune and you turn the abuse to your own evolution

 [VERSE] 
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 I been addicted to plenty of pills, poor and mentally ill
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 If I can do it, you can do it
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 I went from homeless and drunk to turnin' down record deals
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 I done got so many wins that I forget the wins
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 So many plaques inside the crib, they gettin' hard to live
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 They so jealous, I'm just glad that I ain't them (Thank God I ain't them)
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 They got money, they got pennies, they got dollars but they ain't been makin' any sense
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 They got hundreds, they got thousands, I got ten, eleven, fifteen, twenty somethin' M's
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 But this ain't always what my life was like
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 Honestly, it still give me chills
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 Way before all of my viral songs, before I was living in Beverly Hills
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 Way before I went and sobered up, back when me and Brandon couldn't pay the bills
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 Way back when I shoulda been locked up, overdosed or gettin' killed
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 My sister called me from the hospital, said her job's killin' her and that was a fact
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 She workin' overtime often, out of options, havin' panic attacks
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 Didn't let her finish talkin' told her walk in and to quit and call back
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 Next thing I know she's in California and she's workin' for Hang Over Gang
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 And Daddy always told me I was special and one day I would conquer the music business
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 And I guess he was right 'cause look at my life
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 I just bought him a new Porsche for Christmas
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 And Momma worked harder than any woman on Earth, her boss woulda never have fired her
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 I recognized they weren't giving her what she was worth, so I retired her

 [VERSE] 
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 This ain't white privilege, this ain't trust funds
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 This ain't good luck, this ain't silver spoon
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 This is hard work, this is long nights
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 This is on me, this is what I do
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 This is palm trees and Ferraris and a calm breeze and a pretty view
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 If you don't believe I deserve it then you never lived the life I did and you wouldn't make it through
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 I came out a city where I still don't get no respect
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 I moved away and I blew up and everyone else is still stuck in the town that I left, I'm not impressed
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 And they been sayin' my video views are all fake and I honestly hope it helps get 'em some rest
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 I'm worth the thirty million mother fuckin' dollars, all you bums are living check to check
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 Now everybody is an enemy, they all jealous that I'm a celebrity
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 Well, screw them, screw the government, screw the record labels, screw the mainstream
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 I'm in God mode, they in beast mode
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 We are not the same, we ain't equals
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 And I pray to God that you can deepthroat, got 11 inches for you weak hoes
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 Y'all cannot critique me, y'all ain't in my league still
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 All your hate completes me, I can't be killed
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 Y'all just wanna be me, maybe be chill
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 Leave 'em bleeding in a wheatfield
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 All my missiles heat seek, you can't beat me, homie, keep still
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 I can tell that you don't eat meat, ton of green beans
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 You a vegan when the beef's real
 
 [BRIDGE]
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 Everybody's saying I'm fake but
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 They're the ones really fakin' though
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 And their songs all on YouTube
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 While my songs on the radio
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 They claim they hate fame but they change when they need streams
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 Then they say names and plays games, and take aim and hate on me

 [VERSE] 
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 Wait, I got one more thing I gotta say
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 I don't need anymore money these days, I just do it for all of my fans
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 I pray to God I inspire somebody or show someone who thinks that they can't that they can
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 I'ma keep goin' till I'm in a coffin, I promise no stoppin' till I kick the can
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 Till the day that they're droppin' my box in the ground, it's Hang Over Gang

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