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Alright |
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Uh, uh, uh |
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Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed |
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Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute |
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I been living what I wrote |
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And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas |
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Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look |
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Miss me at the precinct getting booked |
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Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks |
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Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga |
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I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga |
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Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen |
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Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission |
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Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction |
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When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it |
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Don't give a f**k, pardon me for going into details |
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3-7-6 was a brothel |
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We had females come in every hour on the dot |
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And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock |
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Focused on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts |
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Lately I've been panicking a lot |
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Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob, scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop |
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Never getting out of hand |
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Steady handling my job, time damaging my ties |
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Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick |
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You circus niggas, you turning into tricks |
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I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em |
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Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' shit |
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Cut the grass off the surface |
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Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent, niggas' shit |
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B*tch |
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Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed |
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Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute |
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I been living what I wrote |
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And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas |
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Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look |
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Miss me at the precinct getting booked |
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Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks |
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Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga |
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My fleeting thoughts on a leash |
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For the moment, high as f**k |
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I've been alone in my shit, for the longest |
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Snakes sliding in the street |
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Momma taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them |
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Pigs, riding in 'em |
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I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em |
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If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him |
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There's no time for that |
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Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar |
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When you iron that |
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Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle |
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I'mma wallow when I lie in that |
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I just want my time and my mind intact |
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When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back |
