| Fuck nigga my heart’s cold
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| Black skin with the pot of gold
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| Face fear through a cloud of smoke
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| Got some shroomies with me if you down to float
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| Goonies with me if you tryna boast
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| Keep a cutie with me when the night is over
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| Callin' Lucy got you trippin' on it
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| You was second-best, you Scottie Pippen on them
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| Smokin' ganja with a sick persona
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| I ain’t never ever witness shit, your honor
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| That’s the code dishonor, lose your soul
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| got the knowledge, but we still will blow your noggin
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| It’s a problem all my niggas known to ridin'
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| It’s a «no» to violence, but just know he bought it
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| It’s a problem all my niggas known to ridin'
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| They just got the text, don’t make me notify 'em
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| Hard to triumph on the road to Zion
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| But I stack my riches payin' no one mind
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| Fuck a bitch and now I’m back to gridin'
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| I ain’t got no chick 'cause I ain’t no time
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| I remember thinking back in time
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| When they were laughin' at me now the pleasure’s mine
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| Matrimony with the dollar signs
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| I ain’t got no homies all these dollars mine
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| Fuck nigga my heart’s cold
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| Black skin with the pot of gold
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| Face fear through a cloud of smoke
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| Got some shroomies with me if you down to float
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| Goonies with me if you tryna boast
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| Keep a cutie with me when the night is over
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| Callin' Lucy got you trippin' on it
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| You was second-best, you Scottie Pippen on them
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| Second-best, you Scottie Pippen on them
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| You can get it if you really want it
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| Like a five-percenter meet me at the corner
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| Hyperbolic training got me feeling godly
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| Second-best, you Scottie Pippen on them
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| You can get it if you really want it
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| Like a five-percenter meet me at the corner
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| Hyperbolic training got me feeling godly
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| Got me feelin' godly, feelin' legendary, change my name to Broly
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| All my adversaries wouldn’t dare to try me
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| Try me, drop some commas make you kami-kamikaze
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| Like a toddler, shit on niggas, Porta-Potty
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| Still mature and learnin' more about the body
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| If you thought about might as well as shot it
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| I’m the illest nigga ain’t no thought about it
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| Fuck nigga my heart’s cold
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| Black skin with the pot of gold
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| Face fear through a cloud of smoke
|
| Got some shroomies with me if you down to float
|
| Goonies with me if you tryna boast
|
| Keep a cutie with me when the night is over
|
| Callin' Lucy got you trippin' on it
|
| You was second-best, you Scottie Pippen on them
|
| Second-best, you Scottie Pippen on them
|
| You can get it if you really want it
|
| Like a five-percenter meet me at the corner
|
| Hyperbolic training got me feeling godly
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| Second-best, you Scottie Pippen on them
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| You can get it if you really want it
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| Like a five-percenter meet me at the corner
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| Hyperbolic training got me feeling godly |