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Little Brother
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ExtraHard
Lyricist：Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Thomas Louis Jones Iii, D (undetermined) Porter
Uh, Little Brother, uh, Mr. Porter, uh, aiyyo Denaun
This a, this a provocative ass beat my nigga, I ain't gon' lie
Like, this shit so hard, it's so provocative
Before I could do it I had to go get a manicure, a pedicure
A cucumber melon facial wrap and now nigga I'm spittin' this shit
I got on a raspberry colored mock neck and some guava juice cologne
Chances are I've raised the bar
Never first at the finish but here I are
Niggaz gettin' out of hand 'til I raised the par
Yeah, I took a few lumps, I don't easily scar
And after number two, heard they tried to tar
But baby I'm back, now I see folks tryin' to sit where I sat
Shakin' my hand like shit, it's like that?
And this is all fact
All factual, all actual
Now they lookin' at me, eyes all glassy now
From the chicken head hoes with the weaves and perms
To the coffee shop bitches with the naturals
'Member when they didn't even wanna ask me out
Now they all wanna know, how they can be down
Didn't think I'd make it rhymin' but I'm still grindin'
Look at 'Te shinin', are you happy now?
Everybody say praise the Lord
Ain't another like me, I swear to God
Everybody wanna be amongst the stars
So now I gotta go and do it extra hard
Yeah, steppin' out extra hard
New aim, new game, fresh feet on the car
Don't ever let a nigga tell you who you are
So when you gotta show 'em go extra hard, yeah, yeah
Uh, say I'm good, say I'm great
Couple niggaz took a shot but they both late
They both cake, soft like a Styrofoam plate
You wanna see the champ, better get into shape
Get into weights, mix berry protein shakes
Rapper go hard, I don't need no breaks
Let me hear another word, I expose fakes
I done took all the shit I'ma take, that's word
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Say word on the street is, 'Te stay flowin'
Just showin' what a beat is
It'd be so nice if he wasn't an elitist, bullshit homey
I'm a grown ass man, just call it as I see it
Flow so dumb it's borderline genius
All the way from NC to Phoenix
We get bread and it spreads like an epidemic
'Te three point oh nigga this is the remix
I done upgraded y'all, catch up, uh
Everybody say praise the Lord
Ain't another like me, I swear to God
Everybody wanna be amongst the stars
So now I gotta go and do it extra hard
Yeah, steppin' out extra hard
New aim, new game, fresh feet on the car
Don't ever let a nigga tell you who you are
So when you gotta show 'em, go extra hard, yeah, yeah
Uh, everybody thinks I'm crazy
'Cause I don't do what they do
Cell phones stop ringin' at night
I'm thinkin' where are my bitches?
Nobody wants to see you
When you're down and out
These niggaz gon' turn their backs on you
Wish that they could see me now
Everybody say praise the Lord
Ain't another like me, I swear to God
Everybody wanna be amongst the stars
So now I gotta go and do it extra hard
Yeah, steppin' out extra hard
New aim, new game, fresh feet on the car
Don't ever let a nigga tell you who you are
So when you gotta show 'em, go extra hard, yeah, yeah
Uh, let's go, yeah, yeah, uh
All my NC niggaz go extra hard
Yeah, yeah, uh, let's go, yeah, yeah, uh
All my niggaz worldwide go extra hard
Lord have mercy, oh
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