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I ain't the social type! |
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Joey! Nah mean! |
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I ain't with all the congregating! |
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Fuck niggas, hahaha! |
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It's, It's, |
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It's that 0-9! |
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Hey yo I can't lie spent a few years trying to under stand why |
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When, how is it now |
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I'm so anti |
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Face asked if you've ever seen a man cry |
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I think before that shit ain't even pan right |
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So I don't look at rap dudes like you fans might |
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Rude, its true excuse |
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I got a slant eye |
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Regard its my security guard that's why |
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I'm walking around feeling like |
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I can't die |
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Or I'm feeling like opportunity ran by (ME) |
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And I'm chasing it (OR) am |
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I facing it (NIGGA) |
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No past I'm erasing it |
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I'm an addict got a habitual habit and |
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I don't avoid voids |
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Good at substitution replacing shit |
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I'm just trying to find my place with shit |
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Pacing quick |
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I ain't go no patience with |
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Niggas dead can't speak they mind |
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What the fuck they got a mouth for |
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Me I'm so full of rage so used to being caged |
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I probably shouldn't be outdoors |
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Everybody so scared of the truth |
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Look in my eyes an stare at the truth |
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They doing interludes and every interview |
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Talking about there prepared to shoot (bom bom) |
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I'm thought fool |
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I'm resort to getting near a booth |
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They awful what |
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I do to them unlawful |
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Boss dude ain't got a high up to resort to |
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Just giving yourself a bad name |
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Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame |
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You can't tell that axe arranged |
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Think I'm wearing a bulls eye |
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Just all them cats got bad aim |
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I'll explain |
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I'm past real they past phony |
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Ignore the personal an physical attacks on me |
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I remain cool relaxed homie |
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Brand new |
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I ain't got a scratch on me |
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So what your squad gonna do |
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Lay a hand on me |
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I'll lay a hollow on you |
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Change hands stab his pockets run his wallet on thru |
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Every club in new york nigga bottles on you |
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Better tell them what reluctance is |
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I'm controlled by uncontrolled substances |
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Soon as he thru |
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I'll show him what substance is |
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Know I'm nicer when |
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I'm toasted |
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I'm only rubbing it in (NIGGA) |
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You got beat up ignored in school |
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Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool |
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Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (SLAUGHTERHOUSE) |
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If your resume got deaded today they'd call you a fool (HOW BOUT THAT) |
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All them years rapping nothing else happening |
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You need a new day to day |
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Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid |
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Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a |
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Gatorade Bad contract team can't make a trade |
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Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a slave |
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Five-Nine in my ear saying hey behave |
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But shit is fucked up and i blame it on the way it was paved |
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I chill for the sake of your age |
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You great live but let me know when that stage get appraised |
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All in raising the stakes |
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Swear you and your label should prayeth |
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Thank God |
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I was placed in this decade by mistake |
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I don't belong here dad fucked mom in the wrong year |
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Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears |
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Wrong advancing funny sounds every songs weird |
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Wrong fashion its like everybody's gone queer |
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Be clear I ain't here to be fronting |
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You can dislike me |
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I ain't here to pretend |
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Run but you can't hide |
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I can't lie |
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Told niggas in the first two bars |
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I was anti |
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Oh! Leave me running! |
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Joey! No wonder, wheres an escape route when you need it? |
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Talk to 'em! |
