| Uh, I gotta bad bitch
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| 'Cause you know I ain’t average, uh
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| 'Cause you know I been had it, uh
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| And I been cookin' with some magic
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| This time, this time it’s different then before
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| I’m headed to the sky, money knockin' at my door
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| I’m trying to stay afloat while I’m catchin' all the dough
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| I’m trying to hold it all, but that ass is like a boat
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| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A
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| Said I can have it any which way
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| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A
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| Said I can have it no matter the place
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| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A
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| Said I can have it tomorrow, today
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| I got a bad bitch, straight from L. A
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| Yeah, straight from L. A
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| Karma’s a bitch, tax must be her sister
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| Boy, go 'head get all that shit out your system
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| If you sent the text then it’s status: delivered
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| I ran it through mud, just so I could get blisters
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| A lot, fresh out the pot
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| Hot enough to make the tea kettle scream
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| But this ain’t that shit that you see in your dreams
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| Virtual reality, live on the screen
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| Hide from heaven, hide from your perception
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| Learn from love and duck the MAC-11's
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| Keep the pressure burstin' out the seams
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| Know the higher power reign supreme
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| Find yourself and find your own direction
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| Hopefully it leads to inspiration
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| Out concern yourself with greater questions
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| How you feel, don’t fuck with no erection
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| Album dropped now all you niggas see
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| Apply the pressure, bend the block then bleed
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| My mind invented signs I couldn’t read
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| My blindness was my source of misery
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| The time I spent on talkin' shit, I walk with limps
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| My swagger built this confidence
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| You might attempt to press my conglomerates
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| That’s when I gotta black your eye and bust your lip
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| And hold my dick, they wanna treat me like I’m three-fifth, man
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| Invisible man, like, hit it again
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| Now who can pretend, these niggas really want me to win
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| They put me on the oxygen blocks, sell me by the gram
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| They need me as a sacrificial lamb, I ain’t with it
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| 'Cause to this AG shit I’m committed
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| I stick my dick inside the game to her kidney
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| I need a milly for the rock and then I split it with Benji
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| Like forty to sixty, bitch! |