| And you ain’t got to tell me man, I know they hate us
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| Tippin' money like I know the waiter
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| Mommy text me I got no behavior
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| I had to skip the country, I got no more data
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| It’s all in time I swear it’s soul forgiving
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| She think it’s mine but it’s chauffeur driven
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| It’s cold inside 'cause I’m known for chillin'
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| When you get inside it’s like a sofa’s in it
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| When they hit my phone they get the deadest tone
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| Sleeping on me, hope it’s memory foam
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| I dashed the weed, I nearly missed the boarding
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| I hate this feeling, I ain’t never home
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| It’s hocus pocus when I get recordin'
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| Watch me run this like I’m Kelly Holmes
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| I need a medal for it, so it’s set in stone
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| I’m smellin' louder than a megaphone
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| But I got focus with it
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| Fee’s a shooter without Colvers with him
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| I’m a known magician
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| New gen but I’m old edition
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| Couple new friends got some cobras with them
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| So I hold a distance
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| All in one when I go golfer with it
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| I’m the only one, you know I’m so specific
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| I pass the wave on like an old tradition
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| Me and Wonda cooking till they close the kitchen
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| Got a lung full of haze, I got sons throwing shade
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| But I’m in France with a French chick
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| In Pigalle doing French shit, she said my mind’s like a maze
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| I hate it when they’re desperate
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| The come up’s looking like Leicester’s, always try it never test it
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| You living life like them restless
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| You live nice, we don’t mention, I’m highly amazed
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| Wait, 'cause I’m the same shepherd, different sheep
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| The same method, different week
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| The same message, different beat
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| They think I’m sleep but I been awake
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| I been eating, check my plate, I been eating, check my weight
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| You know I’m feeling great, it’s me and Sam talking real estate
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| Its always been this way, it’s red wine with this fish fillet
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| All these songs that I give away, its gotta happen
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| More contracts for the spasm
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| I move like Tetris with the patterns, they won’t get it if I @ 'em
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| The spliff pulls smoother than satin
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| These are six bills shoes that I’m sat in
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| Front row seats doing fashion, got no heart I need passion
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| When I make a move it ain’t random, I planned it
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| I’m out of this planet I’m on Saturn
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| Word
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| Kill 'em all
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| I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to
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| Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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| I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to
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| Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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| (fucking get off my dick)
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| People from the past on my phone line
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| Don’t they know I’m having no time?
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| And you ain’t got to tell me man, I know they hate us
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| People from the past on my phone line
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| Don’t they know I’m having no time?
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| And you ain’t got to tell me man, I know they hate us
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| I put this shit in perspective
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| I pride myself on not being that young and reckless
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| This year was my first time down in Texas
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| I’m in South by and everybody got they fuckin' mouth wide
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| East-Side nigga
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| But the way he hit them 808's you think he South-Side
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| Don’t let your nouns and your verbs be the reason you fuck around and stumble
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| 'Cause there’s no where you can run to
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| I push keys like gun do
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| Couldn’t see that I’m reading through 'em like a psychic nigga
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| Clearly you are not the brightest nigga
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| Everything I touch is Midas
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| I am being biased, I need fuckin' silence
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| When I’m in your city bitch I make a moment
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| I’m in Poland with a bitch who rolling
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| And that ass poking like she using waist trainers
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| Tummy t-shirt, not a weight gainer
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| She will tell you I’m a face painter
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| See I got so much shit to say but ain’t got the time
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| And you got so much shit to say but ain’t got the spine
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| I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to
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| Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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| I could tell by they faces that they didn’t expect me to
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| Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all
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| (fucking get off my dick) |