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[Intro:] |
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[Laughs] Yeah |
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This is straight fuckin violence music |
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
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I just gotta get fuckin' wild |
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[Verse:] |
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Don't try me cause I might pop |
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Started from the bottom, now I'm on top |
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So it's no surprise my demise is on your knot |
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Park the Jaguar, so I don't get spotted |
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Cause I know the biddies in my city love to gossip |
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Try to talk to mama but she quotes the pastor |
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When you move cane like apples |
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You can't relate to those chapters |
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So I guess it doesn't matter when it's coming down |
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Bullets in the air, fold your circle round |
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They don't even care, they there to see you drown |
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They there to see you fall, they smile when you frown |
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So I guess I'm coming down like "nigga, don't try me" |
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Street hoes like Lindsay Lohan, don't high-five me |
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Zimmerman wanna box, I just do it like Nike |
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And a Nike hoodie with a box right beside me |
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[Outro:] |
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Tell them stay up cause it can go down [x7] |