| This is, this is that shit that you, like…
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| How do I even say this right?
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| This, this is like some shit you go and pick your, your homie up from jail wit'
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| (Limbo)
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| Look
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| Uh-uh, oh (Yeah, I like that)
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| Yeah, uh-uh, oh (Yup)
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| Bury me before I’m a burden
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| Don’t bury me 'til niggas is certain
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| I’m singin', singin'
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| Uh-uh, oh
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| Yeah, uh-uh, oh
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| Bury me before I’m a burden
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| Don’t bury me 'til niggas is certain
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| When your skin darker, shit gets harder (True)
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| This a black album like Shawn Carter (Yee)
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| Screamin' like I’m Rico, moshin' like I’m Steve-O
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| Niggas dodging bullets at Wi', jammin' off of Pico
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| At the barber shop, I got the bald fade
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| That was before the chubby niggas had the Balmain
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| You know Giuseppe-ass niggas with the Louis shades
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| Type to call a girl a bitch if she don’t give 'em play (Yeah)
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| At sixteen, I was survivin' off of noodle cups (Damn)
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| Shit is legal, now the dealers know the jig is up
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| When it’s us, niggas gettin' years, maybe ten and up
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| Soccer moms do the same, but government don’t give a fuck (True)
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| You know I’m hailin' from that Rip City, get busy
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| If I die, roll out the yellow carpet if you fuck with me
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| Yellow roses in the sky
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| Pastor rock a yellow tie
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| Choir make my mama cry
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| Yellow suit, yeah, I’m fly
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| Coldplay playin' «Yellow» live
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| Ooh, uh-uh, oh (Goddamn)
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| Yeah, uh-uh, oh (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
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| Bury me before I’m a burden (They stay the same)
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| Don’t bury me 'til niggas is certain (This shit is so hard)
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| I’m singin', singin' (Yeah)
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| Ooh, uh-uh, oh
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| Yeah, uh-uh, oh, yup (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
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| Bury me before I’m a burden (They stay the same)
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| Don’t bury me 'til niggas is certain (Okay)
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| Man, I’d rather die before I give up
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| Keep my fuckin' foot on they necks and never let up
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| Mark my words, my nigga Marc used to say that (Yeah)
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| That was way before my nigga Yos had the wave cap (Yeah)
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| And to top it off, my best friend had a baby (Woo)
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| We twenty-five, I told that nigga, «Boy, you fuckin' crazy»
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| Maybe I’m the one who really need the Lord to save me
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| The last time I went to church was in the fuckin' '80s
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| Can you believe that?
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| I was born in '94 (Woo), can you believe that?
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| Your favorite rapper’s doin' blow, can you believe that?
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| Wide awake, but comatose, Hollywoods and overdose
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| Girls say innuendos, I’m in limbo, but I know the ropes
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| And it’s really hard to cope with a Pilot Jones
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| When the love is lost like I’m Coppola
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| Translatin' losses before Twitter go and soak it up
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| Beat so cold, it made Aminé wanna open up
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| Ooh, uh-uh, oh (Woo)
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| Yeah, uh-uh, oh (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
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| Bury me before I’m a burden (They stay the same)
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| Don’t bury me 'til niggas is certain
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| I’m singin', singin'
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| Ooh, uh-uh, oh (Yeah)
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| Yeah, uh-uh, oh (You got to make it better or things won’t change)
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| Bury me before I’m a burden (No, things won’t change, they stay the same)
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| Don’t bury me 'til niggas is certain (They stay the same, oh)
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| Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
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| Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
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| Time’s of the essence, I’m tryna get on essence
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| Man, I don’t take suggestions, God gave me them
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| Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
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| Blessings (Blessings), blessings (Blessings)
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| Time’s of the essence
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| God gave me them |