| It’s crazy
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| I’m still here livin' this lifestyle with the niggas I came with
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| I always just did what I had to do, I never tried bein' a gangster
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| My hand on the tooly while I’m on the stage, fuck it, now I gotta play dangerous
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| To keep it a hundred, I rather the money, I never wanted to be famous
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| To keep it a hundred, these niggas be buggin', just run up on me if you anxious
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| And niggas be totin' the grip for no reason and don’t even know how to aim it
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| By the look on your face, I can tell you’re in your feelings, trust me,
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| you don’t gotta say shit
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| And I don’t even wanna feel how you feel, baby, I wanna be painless
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| Whatever you wanna do, I’m off of '42 and I do not want no chaser
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| And you need a nigga that handle your attitude, but I’m a nigga with paper
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| You probably just love me for my lifestyle, how I pull up in the latest
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| But I could read you like a book, I just be over here flippin' through pages
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| Hmm
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| Dada, come home
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| Where are you?
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| It’s me, Melody, pick up the phone
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| Mmm
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| Miss you, I love you
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| I love you too
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| And girl, I’ma love you forever, you know this already, you know it’s true
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| And even when I’m gone, I’ma be with you forever, unplugable
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| Before I even thought about going half on a baby
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| Girl, even your moms could tell you all about it, baby, I’m crazy
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| If they ever try to throw shots, I’ll dive in front of you
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| I know I be fuckin' up, baby, but don’t you go lookin' for something new
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| I don’t wanna lay up with none of these bitches, I wanna lay up with you
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| And I ain’t no dummy, these bitches be lovin' me 'cause of my revenue
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| They be tellin' you rumors, spreadin' rumors that was never true, yeah
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| Only want me to lose 'cause I’m makin' too much to be sweatin' you
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| And niggas be sellin' records off of hype now, that ain’t nothin' new (Yeah)
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| And my diamonds be goin' off without a light, now, yeah, it’s crazy
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| My diamonds be goin' off without a light now, niggas rockin' fugazi
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| And everywhere I go, I’m hearin' my style, niggas gon' have to pay me
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| I bought me a Lam' and promised myself that I’d never go back to Mercedes
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| I just been goin' through phases |