| Cards, we swiping cards
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| They want an inch, we give a yard
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| Not fully charged
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| We droppin' anchors like a harbor
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| Posted up in places that we can’t afford
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| We can’t afford, we can’t affor-
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| (We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards
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| They want an inch, we give a yard
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| Not fully charged
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| We droppin' anchors like a harbor
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| Posted up in places that we can’t afford
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| We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus
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| This what happens when god die and the demons rule
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| Apocalyptic, let’s get descriptive on evil tunes
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| Pay your respects or end up dead on your local news
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| Scrap heap the books and get freaky 'cause that’s what heathens do (Oh shit)
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| My stomach faded, my mental hungry, my mind been ill
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| My ego turning, my liver burning, I quit the pills
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| My Nana asking me «why is you always chasing thrills?»
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| Only way to find myself some dollar bills
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| My mind been leveled up
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| My lonely spirits shaking and dranking the devil’s cup
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| I got the special stuff
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| I smoke the shit and awaken, my vacant brain erupts
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| I hope to say enough
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| My life been nipped and tucked
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| A lonely roads behind me telling me they been catchin' up
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| Cards, we swiping cards
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| They want an inch, we give a yard
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| Not fully charged
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| We droppin' anchors like a harbor
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| Posted up in places that we can’t afford
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| We can’t afford, we can’t affor-
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| (We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards
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| They want an inch, we give a yard
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| Not fully charged
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| We droppin' anchors like a harbor
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| Posted up in places that we can’t afford
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| We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus
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| Whatever hurdle, exposure or situation
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| A boulder inside my path once crossed will not remain
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| In plain, I’ve risen higher than church windows with stains
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| They hate, but like the devil, they won’t call me by name
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| Bitch, I’m great
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| Straight out the belly of the beast wit' it
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| Four hundred degrees, couple broken bones and some teeth missing
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| We runnin' things, yeah, we bleed different
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| So tuck your chain, we don’t need attention
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| And fuck the fame, I just handle my business, dismantle the system
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| The road to the riches has been paved in blood diamonds
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| So fuck it, my neck shinin', fuck it, my Patek dancin'
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| Blow 'bout a hundred million, wasted on my advance
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| Too stuck in the fast life, peeping my gas light
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| Drank too much last night, thought i was seeing double
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| Thought I was leaving trouble, I’m wrong, I move a muscle
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| The drinks was telling me to cause a scene
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| I got bruised knuckles, ya feel me?
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| Cards, we swiping cards
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| They want an inch, we give a yard
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| Not fully charged
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| We droppin' anchors like a harbor
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| Posted up in places that we can’t afford
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| We can’t afford, we can’t affor-
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| But I been on a fast course, they wanted a rap chorus
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| But the shit I’m speaking isn’t sinkin' in, don’t act porous
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| I’m exactly what they wanted and then some
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| The task force cleansin' in the game 'cause they asked for it
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| You bastards
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| Need to wash yo' ass end get up off at two
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| What’s the difference from me to you? |
| I made a couple of tunes
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| Couple of moves that went right
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| So we could garner the views
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| So why I’m still stressin' 'bout I ain’t finish with school? |