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I' ll be picking the crowd at snap back, |
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It' s finding for only one, |
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I' m killing niggers in line, |
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I' m feeling like |
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I' ll be whine. |
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These rappers don' t show respect, |
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I' m feeling sorry for mine, |
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The verses, they keep me go, when these policies is looking brown, damn. |
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So how you' re in my city if you don' t get no checks? |
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If everybody here is friends, who' s the fucking badass? |
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And what' s my competition without the participants? |
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You niggers oochie wally, |
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I' m more like it was written, |
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You steady decent, but |
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I won' t say shit, |
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Not ' cause |
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I' m mature, because you ain' t on my playlist. |
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So I cannot be responsive to something |
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I never heard of, |
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You reach in to shake my hand |
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I' m flipping naked the bird of you. |
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Hop under your birth to the bitches, you know |
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I' m fucking, |
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After she finish, nothing, race of the discussion. |
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I' m laughing, this bitch is cushion, sex away my concussion, |
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You let it here while you puffing, |
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I' m out here under construction, damn. |
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So fuck ' em all, |
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I mean it, fuck ' em all, |
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I hit the club in my city in purpose, |
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I dug ' em all. |
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I' m tired of fake hugs and dealing with fake thugs, |
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I' m looking forward to the far, ' cause |
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I' m a rack up. |
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I told the hostess |
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I got my cake up. |
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Hostess? Cake? |
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Boy, wake up. |
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See, I' m the greatest, |
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I mean it, |
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I' m the greatest. |
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I rather walk in my checks than driving something from |
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Avis. I let the weak unfold, you niggers kiss my ass, boy, cheek and hole. ' cause is the utter role, you niggers skipping class, |
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I graduated, now you wonder why you didn' t pass. |
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I' m from the half, |
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I have this, living in the past |
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They stay in the street, but pay the curve by saying trash. |
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And they say my name whenever my city' s mentioned, |
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And you ain' t making no sense like the nigger that' s found missing. |
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Yeah, I told that he can turn to peaches, |
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Use the zipper for his products, looking thicker than that stripper. |
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Boy, no better roge, stay out of tune, |
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She only fuck with me, and |
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I know I was deuce. |
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Instead a couple chains |
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I' ve got a silver range, |
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I made a change of silver, see, that' s the girl on pains. |
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I can' t believe she ain' t a model like these, |
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Black tights, white heels, looking fauls like thick. |
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I do not understand the discussion, my exes say me they hate me, so now |
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I' m fucking their cousins. |
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I guess my success got her undressed, ain' t in |
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Nebrasco, but she drinks |
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Sunsets. They call me when the sun sets, |
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I need her. |
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My father figure, my father ain' t never figured to be a father, didn' t want to be bothered, |
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So without her having a dollar my mother raised her a scholar, |
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That' s why |
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I' m popping my collar, so if you with me, say " holla". |
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Shut up, you niggers be loud, watch you gonna kick you around, |
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Rather be dying for momma' s flaws than never be trying. |
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You niggers sit on your couch, what the fuck tell me about |
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All of my verses are living verges of momma' s new house, suicidal. |
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I smoke so much life, |
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I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky |
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I smoke so much life, |
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I see the damn butterfly through the broken sky |
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Wish I could have wings to fly away to where black kings are gonna stay, |
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I' m talking wide away, |
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I' m anxious, ' cause everyone |
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I know is patient, either ain' t shit, or they' re ancient. |
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And that ain' t me. |