| Say fuck you and my limit y’all the same thing
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| Say fuck love in a minute that’s the same thing
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| Tryna call a savage long distance bet my name ring
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| Nowadays niggas like bitches they the same thing
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| (Swear to gawd)
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| I might have to fuck her out her soul
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| I’m that medicine when she feel low
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| Say I’m so fucked up she say she know
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| Rather die than let her in my soul
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| Swear to gawd
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| In my hood
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| Swear these niggas never change
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| You a dumb lil bitch
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| Let 'em run a hundred trains
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| They like viceland cuz they wanna land the Gang
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| They be steady trippin' like they walkin' with a cane
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| Nowadays these bitches and these niggas all the same
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| Cuz they be turning green like a fake ass chain
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| They so naive
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| They so naive
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| Boy you won’t even believe
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| Heart on my sleeve
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| (Then when I leave)
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| You hate on what I achieve
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| Lil ass bitch
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| You ain’t fuckin' with me
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| So why you tryna come round the team?
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| You just can just forget all about a nigga dreams
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| Unless you want us plotting like we makin' up a scheme
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| Lil nigga that’s it
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| I might have to fuck her out her soul
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| I’m that medicine when she feel low
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| Say I’m so fucked up she say she know
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| Rather die than let her in my soul
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| Say fuck you and my limit y’all the same thing
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| Say fuck love in a minute that’s the same thing
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| Tryna call a savage long distance bet my name ring
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| Nowadays niggas like bitches they the same thing
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| (Kamiyada+ verse:)
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| I wear my heart on my sleeve
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| I press the knife to my wrist as it bleeds
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| I just need pain to remind me I’m lively and living not real as the air that I
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| breathe
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| See apparitions, an image is barely our vision and now I’m still fighting to
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| sleep
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| Look in the mirror and punch at the glass of demeanour
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| Reflections appear like a dream
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| Let it manifest til it come correct
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| And not afraid to knock a nigga out of disrespect
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| I’m like an analyst bitch but my mind a mess
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| I’ve got a lot of fucking problems that I keep in check
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| And you can tell that it’s real by the dialect
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| Big talk but in person you in distress
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| Got a lot up on my mind boy it’s been a mess
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| And you don’t got a lot of time so just let it rest
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| Imma move through zones like a cyclone
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| Until your shortie crack the pussy like her iPhone
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| Fuck niggas always worried about what I’m on
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| But I still make it work til the day gone
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| Til the day gone
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| (Alireza:)
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| And Niggas need change like a payphone
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| Cuttin' hoes off so they can stay gone
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| You and all your bitches sing the same song
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| Put your face on
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| You ain’t a rider, you can stay home |