| Take a look into my eyes
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| And just tell me what you see
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| Tell me do you you see the beast
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| They wanna let me off the leash
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| Way too many of them niggas sleep
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| I spit fire third degree
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| Pussy niggas dont wanna believe
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| On my momma they gon see
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| Got the hottest flow, and im honest though
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| Fuck witha nigga be modest for
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| My concsious know im kinda dope
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| Somebody let them bloggers know
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| They dont wanna let this problem in
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| Every year is my time again
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| Underrated they contemplating
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| I’m top 5 in they conversations
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| They heard the people been hating on me
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| Oh well nigga, whats new?
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| Still riding in a maybach
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| And they face mad when I came through
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| These niggas hate that I made it
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| Gotta make a way for my baby
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| My momma crying in that other room
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| And them tears were falling, I hate it
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| Next day I made me some change
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| Man up nigga no complaining
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| Daddy left my younger stages
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| Ain’t no choice I had to make it
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| Will not quit, and I will repent
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| And I won’t consent, with a nigga who snitch
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| Coupe no top it dont make no sense
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| Like a nigga who broke it dont make no cents
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| Just stay friends in a whip no tint
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| And that rolex glist oh boy they pissed
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| Yall fuck boys do make me sick
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| Your bitch blow me, C4, tick tick!
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| And I got this shit, Khaled I got em
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| He going to war, standing beside em
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| You gon need army! |
| You gon need navy!
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| You gon need soliders! |
| Maybe OBAMA!
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| It’s that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T
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| None of you niggas dont matter to me
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| Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat
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| Feed me rappers, bon appeite!
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| Niggas be trippin, them choppers will speak
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| Came for the war, no longer the peace
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| Time for the blind and be able to see
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| None of these niggas is ain’t nothing like me
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| 24 years ain’t get no sleep
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| 26 inches on my jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet
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| Know the day that they let me free, Yall in trouble O-M-G!
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| Please oh please nigga pray for me!
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| Killing this shit boy, RIP!
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| I’m back with a B and a mac on me
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| In the back of the jeep yall looking for me!
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| Capital A ! |
| Capital C ! |
| Capital E !
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| Free my niggas till they all get free!
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| Rep my city, gotta rep my team!
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| Broward county President
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| Thats that shit that I represent!
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| Quarter mill for that whip im in
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| Pussy boys I never mind they diss
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| 80 thousand thats on my wrist
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| Take your chick and I make that bitch
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| Hit the dick, then take a flick
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| Send that shit, you’ll have a fit
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| L-O-L im outta state
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| Young nigga tryna get filthy rich
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| Im outchea, better bring your voucher
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| Better call your counsler, shit get real
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| Wanna think im coward? |
| Oh I ain’t bout it
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| Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma
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| Heard it got em, never want that drama!
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| Never want that drama ohhh Lord!
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| I pray the world dont end in January
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| December 31st I made obituaries!
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| All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery
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| All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery!
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| Starvation…
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| Starvation…
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| God Bless this proud Nation… Two
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| Outro
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| (Obama Speech)
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| «If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but
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| tonight, tonight, is your answer!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dec 31st , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Starvation 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп