Lil Shayne

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[Intro] Man, this instrumental is ultra... ultra fucked up But, I mean... I couldn't find any better I had to get on this one This the only shit I was feeling, so [Verse] Started out hustling, ended up balling Wouldn't give me her number, she ended up calling Niggas claiming they fly, but they ended up stalling Soon as their verse started, I ended up LOL'ing That's LOL present tense, Jesus, how I'm raising dead presidents Ain't got a greatest hits, but you're gonna always get the best of me Got a whole, whole lot of heart up in the chest of me I ain't gay, but passed with flying colors when they testing me Especially the compos, uh oh, there's trouble, Joe Fans hype because all my shit tight like some muscle clothes Throw a couple shows and everybody showing up I swear, wasn't a year ago ain't nobody noticed us No need for introduction here, they already know it's us Throw this on the iPod, they already know what's up It's us, so they know it's tough, Odd Future back in the spot We at the top, whether you like it or not, ah While they cooking up schemes, put the caters on them Uh oh, just ran out of fingers to count the haters on So onto the toes, they're coming with more But, damn it, I'm so gifted, I should come with a bow Goddamn it, I'm so lifted, I should come with a rope God-given, I should come with the Pope I ain't baking with flour, but yo, I'd love to be rolling in dough They're yelling, "DeShay, you're on fire!" Should I stop, drop, or roll Or shoot a couple three-pointers like in NBA Jam? There's people swearing they can beat me when they know that they can't It's so sad and shameful, the blame is on them They had a sold-out game and now it's raining on them Aww, so say hi to the bye-byes and see-you-laters You looking out of date with them wheels like roller skaters Man, these niggas is so slow, they modem staters Shit, I'm trying to get more than haters, they're motivators I dropped the world, I'm so clumsy with globes But then again, I dropped my girl, I'm so clumsy with hoes But what do you know? If this a show, then we're co-stars On this track, I'm about to black like Jim Crow laws I'm here pleading with the bass, like, "Why you hitting so hard?" The whole city on my back, but how I get so far? Perseverance and persistence, dog, I had to work truly hard You want the success to come overnight like booty calls But you ain't even getting no booty calls, so how could you metaphorically do it? Don't you know that sounds stupid? God gave you a brain, right? So use it, be prudent Dope producer-slash-rapper-slash-A and B student Now I'm the future [Outro] That's brandUn DeShay Telling you to upgrade your GPA Niggas Stay in school Don't do drugs, give hugs
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- brandUn DeShay