| That good times can be a trap
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| Oh yea?
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| Oh hell naw
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| Check myself intro rehab
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| Yeah, um… I might die before I detox
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| You piece of shit
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| Now that’s a bar
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| I’m gonna save that one for a little bit
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| Now let me come with something else, you feel me?
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| This Air Jordon on my flip-flops
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| And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop
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| I might die before I detox
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| This ain’t high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off
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| We keep chiefing while police watch
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| Loss in vibration sirens blowing up the weed spot
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| And Heisman hopefuls all growing up to be cops
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| Chasing after gangsters but they never find the G spot
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| I’m reporting like I die tomorrow
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| At the rate I’m getting high, it’ll be hard for me to find tomorrow
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| But I just pray that I’ll survive tomorrow
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| As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow
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| She’ll be smiling by tomorrow
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| Everything will be so fine tomorrow
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| Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
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| Come say hi tomorrow
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| Hello
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| And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
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| And I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
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| Here I am
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| Oh… I know you see me
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| Here I am
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| Yeah… and I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit but here I am!
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| I’m the only suicidal motherfucker with a smile on
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| Let’s hold hands and sing the bible, that’s a violent song
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| The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
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| Everybody, grab a fucking number, this a dieathon
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| Oh I’m the bomb, literally back away, I’m the bomb
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| Let me get my line on
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| 85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist
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| They ain’t killin' they just yellin', that’s it
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| A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff
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| On the phone probably yellin' out rich
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| Say, double the money, please, double the money
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| Triple the problems, double the money
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| They was all laughing, wasn’t that funny
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| I started fucking with drugs and now I’m a junky
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| The U-S of A, I fuck with my country
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| But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie
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| I’m thinking till my brain pops
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| Spitting as a cake walk
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| I’m just a rapper, guess I’m sticking to my day job
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| Wiz getting faded, come and kick it at a bake shop
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| Everything is A-1, steak sauce
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| Thank God
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| God Damn it
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| Thank God
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| Here I am and I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
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| Here I am and I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit |