| So what’s up?
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| It’s okay, I been insane since I was young
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| 28, I feel insane, don’t give a fuck, ayy
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| I don’t feel like human being in my gut
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| So please don’t wake me up, yeah I feel it in my trunk
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| Let it bang, let it bang for the one time
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| And read the pain on my face from the jump
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| Don’t make me bring it back when it’s crunch time
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| I don’t give a fuck, yeah I feel it in my
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| Let’s be straight, nigga we need bucks
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| You bet I’ll be pullin' it up
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| Niggas is stupid as fuck
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| You don’t wanna work? |
| No wonder you stuck
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| But it couldn’t be us
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| I got the message and motivation, I know they endorsin' hatred
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| Of course I’m not overrated, my morsels is no debatin'
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| You slowly fadin' and degradin' into the wasteland
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| Them boys been too hot, I think somebody should pay them
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| Damn, my life a movie like I’m channelin' greatness
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| On the stage, it’s no games
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| Bitch, keep them out of my way
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| So what’s up?
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| It’s okay, I been insane since I was young
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| 28, I feel insane, don’t give a fuck, ayy
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| I don’t feel like human being in my gut
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| So please don’t wake me up
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| So I got shit on my mind, ayy
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| Like where the fuck I’m at?
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| And how could I relax? |
| Or better yet, relapse
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| I’m barely switchin' lane to lane like I’ve been out and drankin' again
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| I got two bottles for me and myself, I’m livin'
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| I’m tryna puncture, I’m livid
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| I’m tryna start shit this minute
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| If you wit' it, then you wit' it
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| I been gone but now I manage, I’m thinkin' that I’m okay
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| Ayy, I really hope so
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| Got no memories, but I can thank the photo, see
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| And everywhere I go, I got people on me
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| So impressed like I’m about to go and cause a threat
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| Like go and place your bets, I
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| Got no sympathy for losers chasin' checks
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| See what’s comin' next I guess, I
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| So what’s up?
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| It’s okay, I been insane since I was young
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| 28, I feel insane, don’t give a fuck, ayy
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| I don’t feel like human being in my gut
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| So please don’t wake me up, yeah I feel it in my trunk
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| Keep it one-hunnid, my vibe is on a thousand
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| My credit card is declined and my rhymes payin' off housing
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| A milestone in this chapter, disaster turned into magic
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| Magic versus the books, which one gon' kill me faster?
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| I’m what you call an enigma, run it up with my niggas
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| Run 'em up, the fuckin' city
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| Run around in that Honda Civic
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| Please don’t be pushin' my buttons, I’m not with the run around
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| I am a menace, I’m tired of pretending
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| One, two, three, go, blaow with the sixteen
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| Tell a motherfucker I’m loud and filthy
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| One G, why you always pressed about the devil watchin' over me?
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| Know I gotta wild, wild tendency to overthink
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| Tell me who is down, down bad and made it locally?
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| Hennessy and Jodeci, remedy for
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| This floor is fuckin' dopamine
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| I’m ridin' with the hooligans, I’m coolin' where the bosses be
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| We count it up and bag it up, move it just like groceries
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| And I move with finesse
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| I’m lawless livin' flawlessly, my boy
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| So what’s up?
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| It’s okay, I been insane since I was young
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| 28, I feel insane, don’t give a fuck, ayy
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| I don’t feel like human being in my gut
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| So please don’t wake me up, yeah I feel it in my trunk
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| Let it bang, let it bang for the one time
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| And read the pain on my face from the jump
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| Don’t make me bring it back when it’s crunch time
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| I don’t give a fuck, yeah I feel it in my |