| She said 100%, hey that ain’t fair
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| Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
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| I know she ain’t coming back
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| And all I know is I ain’t callin back
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| So dangerous and delirious
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| Man I laugh so serious
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| I start to stress like the movie Black Swan
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| You can see my shark fin in a small pond
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| My silhouette in the moonlight
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| Is something like the Joker in the Dark Knight
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| I’m on the streets like a muscle car
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| Sheeit, I’m known to take it way too far
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| My hand in ya purse like David Blaine
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| The money is there, but never seen again
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| We can do it like the Robb Report
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| Right after I pay this fine in court
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| I roll the weed like a brand new car
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| She hit my phone and said what you charge?
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| That depends on what you get
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| Bills, rent, and my percent
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| She said 100%, hey that ain’t fair
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| Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
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| I know she ain’t coming back
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| And all I know is I ain’t callin' back
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| She said 100%, hey that ain’t fair
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| Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
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| I know she ain’t coming back
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| And all I know is I ain’t callin back
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| This bitch tried to say Andre your through
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| I said call it what you want but I won’t call you
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| Step to the mound like Vita Blue
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| Throwin' pitches at you
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| This cake ain’t fake it’s Duncan Hines
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| So don’t run by the oven when it’s time to ride
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| Said buty not beauty is the number one step
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| Now whatchu got left?
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| Im so serious when I laugh at stuff
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| Hennessey, yea you can fill my cup
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| Forgive me for all my greedy ways
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| It’s just a relapse from the selfish days
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| Mine to get, mine to spend
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| Mine to flip and my percent
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| She said 100%, hey that ain’t fair
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| Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
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| I know she ain’t coming back
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| And all I know is I ain’t callin' back
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| She said 100%, hey that ain’t fair
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| Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
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| I know she ain’t coming back
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| And all I know is I ain’t callin back
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| I read ya style, like a TV guide
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| There’s money out here, I ain’t bout to hide
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| Just because my hat is low
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| Bitch that don’t mean my dough is low
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| I hit the gas like Racer X
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| And I live for the ‘Moe, whatchu expect?
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| Stand out like a crown jewell
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| And that’s MJ 23, no bull
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| With a serious laugh that’s matter of fact
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| Back then I would get my hair pulled back
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| Once again like a muscle car
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| I’m known to take shit way too far
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| I aim my gun at a shootin star
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| The weed is lit, Rakim Allah
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| If you too broke, who broke you off?
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| You need an APB if I get lost
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| She tried to say what she get
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| You, this, and my percent
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| She said 100%, hey that ain’t fair
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| Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
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| I know she ain’t coming back
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| And all I know is I ain’t callin' back
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| She said 100%, hey that ain’t fair
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| Yo dream talk turn into nightmares
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| I know she ain’t coming back
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| And all I know is I ain’t callin' back |