| Clearly got me fucked up
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| Taking out the trash on your ass
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| I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
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| Everything I been through is everything I am
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| What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up
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| Still down to earth, never stuck up
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| Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
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| I sacrifice most of my time
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| So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck
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| I’m what? |
| Come for mines and guns up
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| Wanna talk, better run your funds up
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| I’m from the five, middle finger like I’m Nudy
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| It’s Mr Turn-The-Tabernacle-To-A-Movie, ooo-wee
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| Keep it moving, nothing to see
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| I grew up eating hot wings and bumping Gucci
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| On the block ain’t have no OG to school me
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| We just yelling wassup like Skooly
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| We hit the mall and we ball all day
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| I really know a drought, so it’s blue hundreds in the safe
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| My nigga ain’t a Jake, but he running with that K
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| And you might take a L just for running out your face
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| I’m still the Love Doc, hood therapist
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| My life is VVS, I practice clarity
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| I practice what I preach
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| I’m living what I teach
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| Was looking down now they looking up to me
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| Clearly got me fucked up
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| Taking out the trash on your ass
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| I get rid of bad friends like a dump truck
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| Everything I been through, is everything I am
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| What the fuck you think this is, think I lucked up
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| Still down to earth, never stuck up
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| Ridding all my extra weight like a tum tuck
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| I sacrifice most of my time
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| So my daughter can take vacations in bumfuck
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| Riding through Atlanta on a off day
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| Hoping that nobody double-cross me
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| Hit up Keisha, «Have you seen Parlay?»
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| 'Cause he ain’t make it to the after-party, aye
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| Spin the block 'cause it’s hot, keeping watch
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| Six o’clock time for Greg Street to rock
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| (Hmm, mmm, aye, okay)
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| I used to walk around that corner right in Kirkwood
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| Ann’s Snack Bar, where the food real good
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| I was living like a fool, breaking all the rules
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| Best of both worlds 'cause a nigga went to school
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| I was rapping like a bitch, singing to your girl
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| Might be quiet, baby, but I’m ready to rock your world, yeah
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| (Hmm, okay, yeah, yeah, aye) |