| All that
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| Mm!
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| Check it out, hey
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| This is a story all about how
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| My life got flipped, turned upside down
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| And if you roll another blunt and keep your mouth shut
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| I’ll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
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| Black out, black out (Youngin from Del Amo)
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| Black out, black out (Belt by Ferragamo)
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| Black out, black out
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| Black out, yeah, aye, man (black out)
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| Ichiban
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| They speak highly of me when I raise my voice
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| I gotta shoot a fuckin' free throw to make my point
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| My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the wilderness
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| You need a backwood to roll to this joint
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| I’m Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you follow me?
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| Nevermind, I’m tired of tight analogies
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| Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
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| With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink
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| (Yeah! Yeah!)
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| I’m on the fence with common sense
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| My logic is sound, Spock of the 90 746
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| No shit, Sherlock
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| Remind 'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
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| Everybody behind Soulo and they backin' up
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| I just threw my two-step, let her back it up
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| Go on, back it up! |
| Go on, back it up!
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| You dry-snitchin', I’m slidin' in somethin' moist
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| You annoy these women, I anoint these women
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| You stressin' em, I schedule an appointment with 'em
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| They let me cut so much I bring ointment, nigga
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| I’m lubricant slick, baby, I’m hornier than
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| The brass section of the band, you understand?
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| Pick your poison, it’s your choice
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| Hey, I’m just a youngin from Del Amo
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| (Lil' homie from the hood)
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| Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo
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| (Yeah, bitch, I look good)
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| Hey, just doing what I wanna
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| This ain’t marijuana
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| Please don’t tell my mama
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| I’ma black out, black out, black out, black out
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| You tellin' white lies while I black out
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| Black out, black out, black out, black out
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| Pale white horse when I black out
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| Black out, black out, black out, black out
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| Spark the white lighter, then I black out
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| Even white lives matter when I black out
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| Bucket of black paint in front the White House, nigga
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| (Yeah! Yeah!) I hope I’m in Obama’s iPod
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| Yeah, 'fore I had a desktop
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| Was lookin' for a shortcut to be an icon
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| But this time it’s for the money, my nigga
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| Me and the Ichiban Don got itchy palms
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| And I just left Emmet’s with a jar and a intercom
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| I’ma act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on
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| I’m winnin' no matter what the decision’s dependin' on
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| I’m sinister, picture a tickin' bomb in the Pentagon
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| The typical shit I’ve been on, remember the pen is gone
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| Your pinnacle’s penny-pinchin'
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| I’m gettin' nickels for my thoughts
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| (Black out!) Like Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
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| Difficult to say I’m vision impaired, all I seen
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| I’m Yamborghini High, A$AP M-O-B
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| Your 16 is pint-sized to me
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| Hey, I’m just a youngin from Del Amo
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| (Lil' homie from the hood)
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| Yeah, with a belt by Ferragamo
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| (Yeah, bitch, I look good)
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| Hey, just doing what I wanna
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| This ain’t marijuana
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| Please don’t tell my mama
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| I’ma black out, black out, black out, black out
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| You tellin' white lies while I black out
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| Black out, black out, black out, black out
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| Pale white horse when I black out
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| Black out, black out, black out, black out
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| Spark the white lighter, then I black out
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| Even white lives matter when I black out
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| Bucket of black paint in front the White House, nigga
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| Young no shame Kurt Cobain, bastard son
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| With a gun in palm; |
| money, pussy, crime sittin' on my mind
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| No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with mine
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| Crackin' bannies only time a nigga cross the line
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| Wrong hand signs’ll turn a function to Columbine
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| Yeah, so, B.O.B's top gunner
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| Front runner, NEVR DIE clique, the thing you are not, brother
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| Polo Ralph Lauren is keepin' the Glock covered
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| Pour up medication by the brick
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| Sippin' oil like we’re tryna sink a ship
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| So yeah, uppers and the downers in the mix
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| Now the film heads talking 'bout a script
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| Livin' my days is a gamble
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| I guess that’s the perks of the set, bet
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| Ain’t nothin' certain but dirt, that bitch wearin' that skirt
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| So I guess that I’m flirtin' with death
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| Need the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked out
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| Here’s the question you should ask
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| What’s the Soul without the Da$H?
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| Never had the option I could back out
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| If it’s 'bout the cash, then I act out
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| Black out, black out
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| Black out, black out
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| Black out, black out
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| Black out, black out
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| Yeah, so! |