| When a little time go by, they forget what you’ve done for them
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| Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them (Yeah)
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| Catch him when he throw out the trash, then really dumpin' 'em
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| He can barely walk through his av', niggas be jumpin' 'em (Ha)
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| Friends kept pumpin' him 'til they back got the pump in 'em
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| Walk by bumpin' 'em, like he voted for Trump and 'em
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| Niggas ain’t cool 'cause you loyal, they cool 'cause you up (Yup)
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| They will stop doin' shit for you when you losin' bucks (Yeah)
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| Can’t tell who rootin' for you, confusin' as fuck (Yup)
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| That’s why I refused to be toyed with, the Ruger is tucked (Man)
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| I’m from 30 Lenox (Mm)
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| Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes (Mm)
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| We can’t go half on a sour, you run a dirty business (Mm)
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| 'Cause I’m the man with the power
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| I’m really sturdy with this (Mm), this shit’ll hurt the witness (Yeah)
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| This the drama hour, free the whole Rikers Island (Free 'em)
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| They ain’t comin' home yet so they on Rikers wildin' (Damn)
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| Kay Slay, this shit ain’t for play, play
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| Let 'em know we spray K’s and spin 'em like bay blades (Ahh)
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| They think rappers out here givin' these false prophets
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| Kanye gon' be the next president, y’all watch it (Yup)
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| 'Fore I ever picture me fallin', naw, I’ll crop it (Ha)
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| Gotta get money as long as you got pockets (Tell 'em)
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| Twenty-four hours they callin', non-stop shit (Tell 'em)
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| Remember them corner store mornings? |
| Hot chocolate (Tell 'em)
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| Fiends catch siezures for more and they pop-lock it (Tell 'em)
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| Makin' it stretch like yawnin', five pots in
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| There’s a lot of abomination
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| They came at Bill 'cause he tryna buy a station (Yes)
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| Yet we still payin' for O.J. |
| violation
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| Police kill, the decline, no time facin' (Huh)
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| I can’t breathe, answer, man, please
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| Y’all be ready to squeeze for sayin' some damn freeze
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| Remember me not standin', be on my damn knees? |
| (I know)
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| Remember me not fightin' and coppin' some damn plea? |
| (Huh?)
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| I’m the hood messiah, blue flamed fire (That's right)
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| I’m the real life Marlo from The Wire (Uh huh)
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| Y’all know I inspire and motivate
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| Niggas say Mys' ain’t fire, you know it’s hate, I don’t debate (Nah)
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| Naw, I educate, I inform, I teach (Uh huh)
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| I feed my team before I eat (Real nigga)
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| Before I breach security, I die with my purity
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| Nowadays I take my time, it’s maturity
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| Grown man shit, G-O, bitch (Uh huh)
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| I use to sell grams, never no scam shit (Nah)
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| I do mutual respect, no fan shit
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| Any disrespect get smacked, whole hand shit
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| Fam, you in a cage with a lion (Uh huh)
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| You engaged in war with a giant
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| You better pray 'cause I swear today the Lord the only thing that’s gon' save
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| you from dyin'
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| Shooter’s anonymous, uh
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| I tell 'em use a machine gun (Why?)
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| In case a nine’ll miss (Woo)
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| Problem is Fred dominant
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| Bed wit' a dime in it, leg got Lebron in it (What?)
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| I shoot for the Cavs and then a headshot
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| Barrel on your neck longer than Hogan leg drop
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| Birds from a Pelican, punk, Rondo
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| Coke, weed combo, convos in a condo (Ha)
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| Put bread on your name, turn you to John Doe (Ha)
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| Been sellin' the 'caine, know how the problems go
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| On the base like McGwire
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| Thirty-eight fire, might acquire a choir
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| Or whatever they say the Reverend requires
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| I level with spies, I remember the buys
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| Still kill at will, never was tired
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| Beretta in a peacoat, leather, nigga, I’m fly
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| Gordo
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| Slave mentality
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| Keep the niggas at bay so they behave erratically
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| Keep the rappers in place while feedin' 'em waste scraps
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| They just erased black face and replaced it with face tats (Yeah)
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| So why listen to a mother fuckin' troll that’s feedin' off black emotion to
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| send us back in commotion?
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| It’s really just rap emotion but we see what he plottin'
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| We went from cotton fields to pills of Oxycontin (Uh), they plottin'
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| Your cerebellum is antebellum you can’t repel 'em
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| What’s dwellin' inside of a man’s soul? |
| it’s the cancer swellin'
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| He’s tellin' these lies and we’re so annoyed (Sick)
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| How you claim to be a God but your God is an opioid? |
| (Opioid)
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| How you claim to be a king but your throne was ghost-written?
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| I don’t blame him so much but the people that’s close with him (Yeah) |
| These industry niggas is so smitten but I say what I want, when I want,
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| no permission
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| People confused between gettin' views and the fiction news
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| But it lit a fuse when you this in tune and you listen to 'em
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| The visions, the vision on ya television in the livin' room
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| And this is what a mind sounds like, breakin' out of it’s cocoon
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| Police killin', celebrity suits willin', viewin' the wrong direction
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| Government makin' 'em choose one side even though we all affected
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| Dumb shit on the radio all day, dawg, it’s all connected
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| Niggas be talkin' about how they won’t change but we all accept it
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| I learned that it’s a new evil, look how they do people
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| If you wearin' blue then it’s cool, whoever you shoot legal
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| We all high off stupid, social media the new needle
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| We need new leaders and preachers, deacons and school teachers
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| We need to invest back in our self but that ain’t what school teach us
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| Ridiculed, they told we a fool, they tryna remove thinkin'
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| Need to expand our brain waves, we in the swimmin' pool sinkin'
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| Hopin' I’m givin' you somethin' to think about, don’t be confused
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| I’m so incredible, 72 pedestals or steppin' stools
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| My residential level is heavenly
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| The bed I use, is made out a cloud formation, I’m never pressin' snooze
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| I’m woke, ya’ll mentally broke
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| That little set of jewels, it won’t be shinin' when ya lights go out
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| I’m talkin' when the phones turn off and the mics come out
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| I’m gold medalist, no bronzes inside my house
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| You 'Brons run inside the house when Mike come out
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| I’m Iron Mike in a title bout with shines in his mouth
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| Puff your eye or give it up like Shyne on the couch
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| The nine’s 'bout fired out so many times I lose count
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| I used to lie in and pounce like a lion on a mouse
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| No lie, you lyin' dirt like coal miners 'cause the beak of that eagle had iron
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| flyin' 'til you migrated south
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| Shit, I don’t pop a lot, I just drop 'em on the sky
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| (What that mean?)
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| Mean I knock whoever violated out
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| I love hip-hop but hate what it’s turnin' into
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| Nouns, verbs, repeat a couple words and you through
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| I take that personal, too
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| So every person or two that wants us versus them I got verses for you |