| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| We might tear your ass apart
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Thanks for givin' me my start
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| We might tear your ass apart
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the- (yeah)
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| All your conversations don’t move me
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| I’ma show these niggas how they do it in the movies
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| Bet she know the name, you don’t gotta introduce me
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| Lately all my friends say I’m actin' too moody
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| I’m tuggin' on a spliff, hope the pain don’t last too long
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| Feel insane 'cause I can’t escape my past, move on
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| But I’m facin' all these people, gotta keep my cool on
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| And say it’s all good even when I’m too gone
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| And I might be a lil' too in over my head
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| And I’m a couple hunnid miles from spitballin' in bed
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| And I’m kickballin', I miss when my kick start
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| Was playin' with PicsArt, not watchin the hip charts
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| I miss when my wrist hurt from makin lyrics work
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| When I had to ditch work to try to make hits work
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| Now brodie quit his work, we got 'em in golf shirts
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| We deep like the mobsters, I feel like a monster
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| I can’t even crowdsurf, but still the records touchin' the masses
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| And niggas mad they feet was slow, their records move like molasses
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| I mean for real to each his own, I hope you could put it past us
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| As they continue to gas us, you lookin up like, «What happened?»
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| I’m gone
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| We might tear your ass apart
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Thanks for givin' me my start
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| We might tear your ass apart
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Don’t you come out in the dark
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| Thanks for giving me my start
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| Thanks for giving me my start
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| Don’t you come out in the-
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| Lookin' my way
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| Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way
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| Lookin' my way
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| Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way
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| Run it, run it, run it
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| Run it, run it, run it
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| Run it, run it, run it
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| Run it, run it, run it
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| Attention! |
| Hut!
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| Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
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| I’m a real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
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| And I give her real tank
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| That’ll make her legs shake
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| Yeah, give her real tank
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| That’ll make her legs shake
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| Yeah, give her real tank
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| That’ll make her legs shake
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| Let’s go!
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| 100 a session
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| Run me a weapon, I’m finna trip
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| I’m from the West, lil' boy, you don’t wanna test
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| Hop off the porch, out the nest
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| Bitch, I’m the best, millys on millys is normal
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| Can’t give a tip what I’m gon' do
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| I end up creepin' up on you, I’m finna haunt you
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| What can you say?
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| Cuffin' my pants like back in the day
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| Fuck up the advance, recoup in a day
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| Fall out with my mans? |
| Nah, nigga don’t play
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| I ride for my brothers, I’m keepin' em safe
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| Just bought a safe, he whippin' a truck
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| I’m breakin' the bank, not givin' a fuck
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| I’m runnin' on faith, not winnin' on luck
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| My limit is up, my limit is up
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| All my dogs feeling awesome
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| Niggas finna call the opps, boy, I’m finna pop 'em
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| VA to the bay to the LA streets, recognize 'em
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| 757, ride for my city like it’s Gotham
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| Black power fist stand out in the moonlight like it’s diamonds troof
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| Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
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| Real cajh nigga… rumble in this ho
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| Yeah, I give her real tank
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| That’ll make her legs shake
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| Yeah, give her real tank
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| That’ll make her legs shake
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| Through highest highs
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| And lowest lows
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| I remember mopping floors
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| Now I walk on marble floors
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| Like NLE I left em' froze
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| A gang of niggas, I suppose
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| 12 deep on the road
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| Pat Wood, I Rose
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| When we come in you should know
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| Manifested all the gold
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| Barely touchin' on my goals
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| I’m thankful for it, Lord knows
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| You can feel it in your soul
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| I’m chasin' a bag and I’m steppin' in
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| See me glowin', tag the melanin
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| It’s AG at Coachella, man
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| The white kids at attention
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| I’m chasin' a bag and I’m steppin' in
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| See me glowin' tag the melanin
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| It’s AG at Coachella, man
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| Real cajh nigga, will rumble in this ho
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| Real cajh nigga… rumble… ho
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| Yeah, I give her real tank
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| That’ll make her legs shake
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| Yeah, I give her real tank
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| That’ll make her legs shake
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| And I give her-
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| Real tank
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| Real tank
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| Real tank |