| When I walk down the streets
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| Got my eyes wide open, got my eyes wide open
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| Don’t worry about me
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| Got my eyes wide open, got my eyes wide open
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| Wide open, got my eyes wide open, got my eyes wide open
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| Wide open, got my eyes wide open, got my eyes wide open
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| Ride around the city, got these haters in my rear view
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| Play dumb, but on my mom I got a clear view
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| Joke a lot but I’m smarter than I appear to
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| All bleed the same, I don’t fear you (Nah)
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| I’m from Compton city nigga, home of the greats
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| Where niggas run up on you, blow up your wait, hold up
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| I ain’t got say too much CPT niggas spray it up
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| If you ain’t bout best be on your way (ok)
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| Couple of rabbits hating, god told me to keep it patient
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| Bitches watching my phone, turning off these notifications
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| Half these niggas faking to make it, this shits so flagrant
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| Got some game from tetris, on these records I be blazing
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| Cali full of this Indo, roll up let that shit blow
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| Big pimping and my brim low, RIP to Pimp though
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| You niggas quiet I’m outspoken
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| Go to sleep even with my eyes open
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| I don’t trust you niggas
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| Pull up poking with the sun roof smoking
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| On the four, floating with a chick deep throating
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| Trunk slightly open, but my eyes wide open
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| 100, never folding, jump out, boy scolding
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| Breaking boys off is a slab obligation
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| Paper chasing is my occupation, miss me with that hating
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| Little creep pacing and that muddy drink tasting
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| Got a bad ho adjacent but that ho shit is vacant
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| Trill talk on me, if you’re faking keep skating
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| Pouting up the activation for the double cup nation
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| First gate knocking got the whole block shaking
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| Faking, OG satellite spaceship
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| Orbit round the corner slow, I hope you got patience
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| Eyes wide open for the jackets and the Asians
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| Hard to be discreet on and chrome feets
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| You know I keep the heat on my lap and underneath the seats |