| Yeah
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| When my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
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| I said me
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| When the lawyer asked me what a fuckin' killer was
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| I said me
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| When the bitch asked me what a real nigga was
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| I said me (Yeah)
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| Overseas in the yacht, they askin' who it was
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| I said me
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| I get high if it’s the right amount (Yeah)
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| I get a buzz checkin' my account (Alright)
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| I get tipsy eatin' rare pussy
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| I stay drippin' 'cause the feds lookin'
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| Teriyaki on my Portobello
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| So many rides at the house, look like a fender bender
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| Slept on the futon, I know how I remember (Lord)
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| I ain’t had no work done like Kendall Jenner
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| Got my first plug around 19
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| Saw someone shot when they should have been fighting (Bow, bow)
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| Yeah, I’m on the top, icing
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| Maybach truck enticing
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| Somethin' prestigious, precisely
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| Looking within just to sight see
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| I see you looking sharp, lightning
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| My passage really dark, frightening
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| Yeah
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| When my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
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| I said me
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| When the lawyer asked me where the fuckin' killer was
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| I said me
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| When the bitch asked me where the real nigga was
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| I said me (Yeah)
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| Overseas in the yacht, they askin' who it was
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| I said me
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| I just lost my count, countin' blessings
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| 12th grade, I got locked up for possession
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| I tried to call God but he ain’t answer (Hello)
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| Send me the voicemail, he pressed cancel (Damn)
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| Load the AR for temper tantrums (Yeah, yeah)
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| Around here the A&R dancing (Yeah, yeah)
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| She know she is snack like concessions (Snack)
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| I used to sell crack out the detention (I did)
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| Had a MAC-11 at Burger King (Bop, bop)
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| Me and Stef gon' turn this to a murder scene (Bop, bop)
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| Talkin' no beef, no pork and beans (Naw)
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| Serve you young dro, make your shoulder lean
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| Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)
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| Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)
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| This shit here really hell, no VR
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| When the light bill up and down like a seesaw
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| Aw, yeah
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| When my daughter asked me what a drug dealer was
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| I said me
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| When the lawyer asked me where the fuckin' killer was
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| I said me
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| When the bitch asked me where the real nigga was
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| I said me (Yeah)
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| Overseas in the yacht, they askin' who it was
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| I said me
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| Think I was born with trap in my system (Was I?)
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| 'Cause I was raised around the packs and the pistols (Bow)
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| On her knees so long she tore her meniscus (Wow)
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| Been a long road, check the distance (Road)
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| Rest in peace, tats, the initials
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| Put it in black and white like officials
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| Dope case is messin' up hoop dreams
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| All you know is getting money, this the routine
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| Use to want Birds like Larry (Swish)
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| Used to keep the white like Barry (Aye)
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| It was my 'Blige like Mary
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| Had the J’s at the end like Terrence
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| Vibin' on the terrace with some bread wine
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| I be gettin' started 'round bed time (True)
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| It’s either bed time or it’s day time
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| If you won’t make time, better take time (Take time) |