| Yo, I work hard and barely get paid
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| How did I get stuck on this page
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| I’ve been starving for like six days
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| I should go and get a switch blade
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| And try to find out where this b*tch stays
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| I’m a lit flame, what’s your future
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| I predict pain, slit veins, squished brains I’m just saying
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| Locked in the basement causes madness and errors
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| All I have to talk to is the f*cking man in the mirror
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| But you never saw it from my perspective
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| The craft that I perfected got rejected
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| And thrown out the window with no proper exit
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| I was humble, now I’m not as pleasant
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| I’m dropping wreckage on your shady dynasty, b*tch I’m not to mess with
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| You made me think it was impossible that I could blow
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| And get a little money from selling records for copping clothes
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| Let’s talk about the 42 records that Hopsin sold
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| You sleeping on a f*cking pot of gold, so listen close
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| Don’t you ever call me again
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| I’m not your buddy
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| I’m not your pal
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| Right here is where it ends, ends, ends, sorry for you
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| I’m not your buddy
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| I’m not your pal
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| You are my enemy
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| Yo, since when are buddies posed to be so mean
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| They must be hating the air that we both breathe
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| Sh*t we used to be tighter than emo jeans
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| The day I boss, stand back and watched the c-notes gleam
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| I know you see me blowing up, growing up it disturbs you
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| When my words move fanatics,
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| and in return you gotta post little blogs on the internet
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| Talking bout I’ve been a wreck, my career is wack I’ll never benefit
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| I hope you die a bitter death
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| Then lie in a graveyard in regret
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| Where all of the foul n*ggas rest
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| You hating cause you witnessing the best
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| So just confess
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| You shattered our friendship and you can’t fix the mess
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| I’m not a bit impressed by nothing you’ve done
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| My name’s stuck on your tongue
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| Motherf*cker you sprung
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| Give it up move on
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| You’ve taken this sh*t too far
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| You mad cause you unsatisfied with who you are b*tch
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| Don’t you ever call me again
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| I’m not your buddy
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| I’m not your pal
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| Right here is where it ends, ends, ends, sorry for you
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| I’m not your buddy
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| I’m not your pal
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| You are my enemy
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| You were the love I used to see in my dreams
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| But when we met how come sh*t can never be what it seem
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| I was pleased with the things we did together, it’s like we was a team
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| But you would change when I flee from the scene
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| Around me you were pure hearted, loving and caring
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| And when we hung out you’d even brighten up your appearance
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| You fooled me like you were smart, cute and something to stare at
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| But you was fronting little b*tch, now I’m struggling to bare it
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| Because you were the opposite of what you told me you don’t do
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| Drugs, one night stands and you know that it’s so true
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| You saw my heart exposed, grabbed a hold and then broke through
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| Hoes are just so rude, f*cking bogus and cold to
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| Oh but there’s no dude you would let interfere
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| With our love, that’s the exact sh*t you said in my ear
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| When you arrived in my world, I thought heaven was near
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| But time made it very clear that the devil was here
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| So f*ck you
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| Don’t you ever call me again
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| I’m not your buddy
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| I’m not your pal
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| Right here is where it ends, ends, ends, sorry for you
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| I’m not your buddy
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| I’m not your pal
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| You are my enemy |