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[Z-Ro:] Don't come around my way, cause |
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I don't need a ' |
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Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve |
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Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese |
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Y'all niggaz get me congested, move around and let me breathe |
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I remember when you niggaz, ain't want me to hit the weed |
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Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed |
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Thinking you can get a |
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VIP pass, and get in free |
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But Joseph |
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McVey, is enough company for me |
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Wanna kick it with me, cause |
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I kick it with the high class |
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Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when |
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I was down on my ass |
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In my cordoroy britches, y'all was in |
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Louis Vatone |
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Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun |
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For using the millennium, or money by the ton |
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You niggaz ain't help me get it, |
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I did it with no one |
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Fuck showing love back, |
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I ain't showing none (y'all niggaz don't have to) |
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Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes |
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Cause who the hell should |
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I support, |
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I'ma still be straight |
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The less niggaz around me, the better |
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I can concentrate |
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When I came face straight, or open up my chest plate |
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It could be ya death date, get beside yourself |
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We ain't cool, |
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I think you better rewind yourself |
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Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself |
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So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself |
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I don't need no friend, |
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I don't need no broad |
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Only thing |
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I need, is the help of the good |
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Lord Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard |
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Cause I'ma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud |
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A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me |
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So instead of keeping my niggaz, get the steel with me |
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I can do bad one deep, so |
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I chill with heat (fuck y'all niggaz) [Hook:] |
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I don't need no help my nigga, |
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I can do bad on my own |
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And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone |
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When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it |
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I'm a nobody, until |
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I can shine |
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So when my money is long, |
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I don't need nobody to visit |
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Leave me lonely, like you did last time [Trae:] |
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I'm a asshole, and |
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I ain't trying to be rude |
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But I don't really give a damn, about none of y'all |
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You use to hate a nigga tough, from way back in the day |
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First off, fuck each and every one of y'all |
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I be a loner on my own, alone hang with my chrome |
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These motherfuckers play, life so fraud |
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I peep game, to the |
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T Cause I don't want nobody, to catch a nigga slipping on the |
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Boulevard |
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And on the other hand, just to make matters worse |
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I feel, they want me headed to the grave |
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And I ain't ready to leave, |
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I got my back planted against the wall |
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With a nine, about to misbehave |
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Same old shit, with a friend or a foe |
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Pack your shit, and get the fuck out the do' |
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Ain't no way, you hoes finna be a part of my life |
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A.B.N, is all that |
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I know You can try what you wanna, but |
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I ain't gon fail |
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Look at me now, and all the shit that |
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I sell I'ma beat a nigga trunk off, coast to coast |
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And everybody who doubt that, can go to hell |
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Sometimes |
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I'm right, sometimes |
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I'm wrong |
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And I don't give a fuck, cause |
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I'm in my zone |
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All that hate you got, it only make a nigga strong |
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So I like how it feel, when |
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I'm left all alone [Hook] [Trae:] |
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You must of thought |
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I forgot, when |
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I was stuck on the block |
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And I was broke, everybody laughed a lot |
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And now the tables have turned, you niggaz fraud |
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And you know see |
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Trae, with his foot up on the gas a lot |
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Cause I don't trust you niggaz |
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Give me fifty feet, 'fore |
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I rush you niggaz |
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Move it around, cause |
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I don't fuck with you niggaz |
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To tell the truth, |
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I'm allergic to you niggaz |
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Asshole for life, until a nigga fly |
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Nigga don't stop, better go on pass by |
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And hoes, don't call my cellular phone |
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The only thing, that y'all know how to do is lie [Z-Ro:] |
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Why y'all niggaz wanna rob wanna steal, that ain't real |
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How the fuck |
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I'ma kick it with you, you ain't gon get me killed |
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I done seen a lot of blood, on the battlefield |
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Even though |
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I'm tired, |
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I be climbing up the ladder still |
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Ain't nobody words gon hurt me, even if they dessert me |
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I'ma still be grubbing, and drink a drink when |
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I'm thirsty |
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Just to be in my position, motherfuckers ain't worthy |
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So they feminine conversations, don't even disturb me |
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I'm a gangsta, don't need another nigga to grade me |
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If I'm in trouble, don't need nobody to save me |
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Steady losing composure, like my kon folk |
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Trae be I'ma handle my bidness, ain't nobody else made me [Hook x2] |
