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Verse 1
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Ladies and gentlemen,
these are my hang -ups
Let me explain
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It's kinda hard not to be a dick
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With all these pussies round ya
They lookin' for the shit
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And by golly they found em
Buried under the ground
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Thinkin' bout what he has done
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Thinkin' if he keep doin' it
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One day the money'll come
I wonder if his sons can get it done
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If he wanted to become that son of a gun
I'd leave him home
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when he wanted to get drugged
Then he'd come back and slum back
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on that hoe that he wronged
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And you can't do shit but drop your
head and fuckin' disgust
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Yeah, this underdog shit has to stop
Cause if they had an ounce of respect
or half a cock
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You'd fuckin' admit that every song
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that I smashed you to drop
And your career would've been done,
bitch, like it or not
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I came to take my crown back,
it's about time
So you about face and I'll
be about mine
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Every nigga that shined on me
has been outshined
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I'm rippin' new assholes
and snatchin' out spines
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Yeah! Yeah! Uh!
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It's kinda hard not to be
a bitch
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when everybody tryin' to fuck you
They use you when they need you,
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then do they best to duck you
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But since nobody called
to answer emails,
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tell them to kiss my ass
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and spare me the fuckin' details
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Cause ain't no such thing as
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the next best thing,
unless you talkin' bout how this is
better than three rings
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And niggas catchin' on like,
damn, he ain't wrong,
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these niggas is gettin' grammys
from makin' T -Pain songs
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And you can blame it on that,
and if you got somethin' to say,
then you can lay it on whack
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Cause I ain't disrespectin',
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I'm just pissed off a little bit
I put in all the work and
you get all the attention
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And when they do they speeches,
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T -Pain they never mention
And that's how niggas
automatically get on my shit list
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So in conclusion,
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I'm actually a nice dude
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And to my real fans,
excuse my shitty attitude
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Yeah! Talk to em
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Yeah!
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Uh, it's kinda hard
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to please everybody
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And keep yourself happy,
and your kids askin'
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We ain't got no money left, daddy
And you say yeah,
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but it fell into the wrong hands
That's some hard shit to say
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when you a grown man
But I'ma get it,
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motherfuckin' excuses
Plus these niggas thought they finally
got T -Pain to chuck the deuces
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So they walk into my studio
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and play their fuckin' music
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Then I play what I been doin',
they tell me it's fuckin' stupid
Then they leave,
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and tell they security I'm fuckin' losin'
And all them young firebeasts
was too fuckin' confusin'
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They can't keep up with me,
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I'm classified as a nuisance
Then the next time that I see them,
they say they got newer new shit
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But it sound just like the shit
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I showed them the first time
With way less music,
and way worse rhymes
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So here's my farewell,
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I'm sorry for the fallout
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I'm cuttin' my phone off,
I bet you niggas call now
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