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Yo, I'm contemplatin' |
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My soul is in a custody fight with |
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God and Satan |
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The rap or crack, |
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I go hard for paper |
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Niggas ain't even as smart as |
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Daja And think they rockin' me to sleep or poppin' me with heat |
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I don't even take you serious, |
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I think you envious |
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I feel it, |
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I was born to deal bricks |
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And come through the hood in ill whips |
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The Realness, who you think you deal with |
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I don't fear shit nigga, fuck around and get hit up |
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Ya blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait |
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I painted |
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Ya moms seen the coffin and fainted |
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You swimmin' with the sharks and the water is tainted |
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If you feel it in your heart (bring it) |
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My infrared beam is on ya head |
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My Desert |
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Eagle severs people when |
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I squeeze it |
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I measure keys, you smalltime, barely felony |
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Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin' me |
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Fight like a mantis, you triflin' badgers wanna see me in a casket |
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Stop dreamin, life's a bitch |
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I'm not leavin' |
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I'm not even, cheatin' on, or bring it on, so |
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I can start squeezin' |
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My nigga Biggie must have prophesized |
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When they said somebody got to die |
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My nigga Pac must have felt deception |
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When he asked nigga do you wanna ride or die [Cormega] |
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Y'all niggas better duck when you fuck with me |
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Trust is a luxury, |
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I can't afford it, so |
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I prepare for war |
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I smear the wall two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless |
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I turned kids to orphans and live with caution |
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You can't match the status, in a |
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Jag with 10 crack commandments |
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Blazin', fake niggas can't stand it |
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I got shit established, strugglin' your hustlin' skills are average |
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Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn |
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A key to a key and a half, and he don't even use a lot of heat on the glass |
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I surpass |
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Nino, blast like |
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Callito, die slow |
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Cuz Sass like to even up the side or blow |
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Like a nigga who need time on the phone, you get it? |
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Forget it son, |
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I'm in a zone, |
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I'm a live nigga |
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When I decide niggas, must die, kiss ya loved ones goodbye nigga |
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It's fucked up, but it's just the thought |
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I got cliques |
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That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker |
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I get money, sit on bricks and twenties |
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Niggas ain't takin' shit from me |