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[Intro]
Yeah, hello, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, fightin' for the 98, now I'm in that 2 percent
Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again
Hopin' it's confusion, I can't afford to lose again
Real life, no Superman, that's why the villains usually win
They just want our soul, so I get home and pop some Luther in
Rappin' on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans
Check my net worth, I don't need the network
I'm burnin' holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts
If you hatin' suck a dick until your neck hurt
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, but it's too expensive
She said that money was a new religion
Paper multiplyin', we don't do division
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a bitch to ride the moustache

[Pre-Hook]
Like Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul-

[Hook]
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit heavy, (I'm the one you missin')