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I'm tired of these smoke and mirrors |
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I see it clear |
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Too many bojangles' I cheer |
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In mama [?] |
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Playing dress-up like they real |
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But I know they fit |
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The progression of the people under the stairs |
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That's too poor to come up there |
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But we knocking doors, off the hinges |
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Tryna stay one with ourselves, and not these prisoners |
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That AK say I can go anywhere, without a lintian |
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Don't let these old Versace lenses, cloud your vision |
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Along with smoke and mirrors |
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I had to take a breath and chill on it |
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I got some Soul that's if you still want it |
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Down home, country *****t |
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***** yeah I'm still on it |
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You might have bit a style or two, but ain't no skill on it |
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It ain't jumping out the gym if there ain't no rims on it |
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Candy paint ain't poppin' enough that you can throw some rim on it |
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Say you got that Ghetty Green, why you sprinkle stims on it? |
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Yeah I got family to feed, suggest you throw some M's on it |
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Trim on it, money trees need water to grow some [?] on it |
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Buy a house, two or three and let my mama live on it |
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So I can break bread with my partners, contrary to popular belief they tired of toting choppers cause |
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How many blunts you plan to smoke today? |
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How many drinks you need to stop the shakes? |
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I know the feeling when the ceiling's the only thing to watch |
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And it's either gas your car or buy food for your spot |
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8 'O clock, on the dot, they call you for them bills |
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Sallie Mae don't give a ****, that's how you know she's real |
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So we comply, getting by is hard enough |
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Them law know what you sellin' cause they ain't that far from you |
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Stake they two damn cars from ya |
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And them junkies be [?] |
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Just the P will cost you re-up so you hustlin' for nothing |
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Wanna leave but all your people hold you back cause they struggling |
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So you feeling like **** it, another crab in the bucket |
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Gravity can't hold us, if you jump up out my clothes |
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Then you don't really know me, if you ain't at all love |
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Then what you trying to show me |
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Another car, another crib, another deal, another Rolley |
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Cause I done seen it all |
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That's not a reflection of, what I'm meant to be |
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It's [?] at the [?] |
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So what we gon' do now? |
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This time's ticking, please for give me |
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I'll admit |