| Oh, no, no, no, no, no
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| Yeah, oh
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| Hit-boy
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| I put 50 in the safe, yeah
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| Speedin' off in a Wraith, oh yeah
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| Had a dream that I was safe, yeah
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| But we know it ain’t never safe outside
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| No, I can’t stand for the hate, ayy
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| What, you mad we took your chick? | 
| (Oh yeah)
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| Took her down to the track, ayy
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| She ain’t never comin' back, no dawg
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| I keep losing pieces of my mind (Yeah, uh-huh)
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| This emotion, I get faded all the time, yeah (Now, feel me tho')
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| (Yeah, boy)
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| Gettin' faded to feel alive, yeah
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| Niggas hate, never in my face
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| I’ve been famous a minute now, yeah
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| Tryna maintain, I’ma need my drank
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| Functioning alcoholic
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| Puffin' and passin' heavy
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| Nothing is passive with me
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| Fuck all my adversaries
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| Numb it to go in public
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| Fuck who ain’t fucking with me
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| My neck is full of water
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| My cup is full of Henny
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| My cup runneth over with homies that never loved me
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| And shawties that wanna fuck me
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| Say «fuck me», but can’t forget me
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| I trust in my god, so the broads gotta wait
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| 'Cause I’m always 100 but keep 50 in the safe just in case (Wale)
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| I put 50 in the safe, yeah
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| Speedin' off in a Wraith, oh yeah
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| Had a dream that I was safe, yeah
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| But we know it ain’t never safe outside
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| No, I can’t stand for the hate, ayy
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| What, you mad we took your chick? | 
| (Oh yeah)
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| Took her down to the track, ayy
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| She ain’t never comin' back, no dawg
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| I keep losing pieces of my mind
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| This emotion, I get faded all the time, yeah (Look, look, yeah)
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| Wow, that’s crazy
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| Okay, too dumb to be loved
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| Too blind to see love
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| Too shy to shoot shit, then two shots Tequila, yeah
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| Been mocked by the media
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| Pop oxy, feel nothin'
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| My baggage so tragic, my pack’s sativa
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| The ride is almost over
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| I’m tired, I ain’t sober
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| Confidence fluctuatin', that’s why I be anti-social
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| When I was young and comin' up, I really showed love
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| Now, I know myself enough to know, I know nothin'
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| I roll somethin', I root for those that don’t support me
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| Don’t got homies, the IRS kinda close to me though
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| Know what’s crazy? | 
| I’m tired of makin' music but how my anxiety set up,
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| my therapist get my show money
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| I put 50 in the safe, yeah
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| Speedin' off in a Wraith, oh yeah (Wale)
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| Had a dream that I was safe, yeah
 | 
| But we know it ain’t never safe outside
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| No, I can’t stand for the hate, ayy
 | 
| What, you mad we took your chick? | 
| (Oh yeah)
 | 
| Took her down to the track, ayy
 | 
| She ain’t never comin' back, no dawg
 | 
| I keep losing pieces of my mind
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| This emotion, I get faded all the time, yeah
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| Gettin' faded to feel alive, yeah
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| Now I need my drank
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| Gettin' faded to feel alive
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| Never in my faith, yeah
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| Never in my face, yeah
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| I’ma need my drank
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| Oh lord, the young super villain of this music industry
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| It’s foolish really 'cause when you get on, they be off
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| And when you be hot, like super, super hot, the rest who ain’t sweat you is now
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| pressed to be cool with you
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| Show money
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| I put 50 in the safe, yeah
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| Speedin' off in a Wraith, oh yeah (Wale)
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| Had a dream that I was safe, yeah
 | 
| But we know it ain’t never safe outside
 | 
| No, I can’t stand for the hate, ayy
 | 
| What, you mad we took your chick? | 
| (Oh yeah)
 | 
| Took her down to the track, ayy
 | 
| She ain’t never comin' back, no dawg
 | 
| I keep losing pieces of my mind
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| This emotion, I get faded all the time, yeah (Oh yeah) |