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Jay Rock what's good? |
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Haha, we label mates ****** |
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I shoulda been jumped on this ******t |
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But it's all good |
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I'ma take care of it |
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Start like |
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I started out lil' ****** with a dream |
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Now I'm on but it still ain't what it seem' |
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Cause now |
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I got more money |
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More ******z rather see me somewhere on the floor then the ceiling of this thing |
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But I can give a damn what a little ****** think |
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I pop more champagne, peel another sweet |
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Catch Wiz skinny ass chillin' on the beach |
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Cut my own hoes off, |
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I ain't deal with them in weeks |
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I pray to |
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God every night before |
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I go to sleep |
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To let her know |
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I'm safe, kiss my mother on the cheek |
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My little sister grown, little cousin tall as me |
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And I'm proud 'cause he ain't ******' round in the streets |
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The fans love the old school sound that |
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I bringYou like jab-work, |
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I pound on the beat |
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And bein' from |
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Pitt******urgh they sayin' they concerned |
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With tryna make a lame 'cause my sound is unique |
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I love when a ****** talk down, think it's sweet |
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You couldn't play me if you was acting and seeing |
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The haters can't see 'em, the money's in the way like traffic |
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Pistolvania is straight action |
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I'm from the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) |
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Where ******z ain't workin jobs |
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They only option is to hustle |
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They feel like they gotta get it |
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Not all about it then ****** you |
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You ain't someone that |
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I grew up with |
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So why you think |
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I would trust you? |
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Real talk like a dictionary |
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They say life's a ******, |
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I'm married |
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And we make love, she ****** other ******z tho |
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Can't keep up, you haters to slow, oh |
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Yea budyThat's how it is |
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That's it, that's all |
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Hahahaha, yea ****** |
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OK, hahaha |
