| Sitting all alone, they got me rolling the weed
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| They say I need to talk, these days I don’t even speak
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| And I can say my issues, make them listen to me
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| It won’t help happy, I ain’t living in peace
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| I never got As cause I was bunking with B
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| But I’m still doing fine, I hope my pagans can C
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| And these gold-digging bitches getting nothing but D
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| I’m on-stage going wild and I ain’t popping an E
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| They can’t F with my Gs, I miss H, can’t wait
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| I ain’t seen him for a while, I need to holla at J
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| I’m OK, I’m getting high, rolling up another L
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| Feds taking me away and I just pray that I get bailed
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| Fuck sitting down in jail, I bust an M
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| In the courts many times, facing more than a ten
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| Stuck in the ends tryna set myself a goal
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| Started making long trips, where it’s quick to sell an O
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| I had some really mad beef, can’t make P
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| They was friends, now it’s peak when they buck us on the streets
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| Fucking lying, I was jumping in the queue
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| All my niggas are my bruddas but they calling us a crew
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| We ain’t tryna get the S and start murking guys
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| The streets know that the young boy’s certified
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| I know some T-pound rappers that are verified
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| I know this little young boy that said he’s ready to write
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| O know I’m from the bottom on my way to the great
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| Young boy getting known from the block to the states
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| Had a VW, watch how I’m bout to upgrade
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| Started shitting on my ex, her new man isn’t lame, like
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| Like «Y nigga, we was meant to ride, nigga
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| Great minds think alike, we was both wise niggas
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| But then you started hating on me
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| Move right or get left you got left, you’re Z» |