| Super radical on my clothing, even though I know death’s closing in
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| Gregory Peck, just like 'The Omen'
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| Niggas call me 'Tony' but that’s the old me
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| I ain’t an O. G, I’m a young nigga
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| Smoking on some good weed, hung up on some bad women
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| And you don’t live that life so nigga we ain’t fucking with you
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| We in the kitchen, eating on a full stomach
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| I hear your tummy growling, I’m thinking nothing of it
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| I live above the sky with some good strains
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| I do the most cause any minute it could all change
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| They think my style’s strange, I think they all the same
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| Strawberry lemonade, come and taste my wave
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| I do own things, nigga complain
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| Purple rain, Nature boy gang
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| Nigga stay in your own lane
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| And you really got it fucked up
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| Acting like a nigga really give a fuck
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| Nature boy gang, yeah, that’s what’s up
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| Nigga I’m gone, I don’t give a fuck
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| And I know what y’all really want
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| Be the nigga in the club trynna get fucked
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| Fuck them all, that’s my new motto
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| Rest in power to my friends, I’ll see you tomorrow
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| Hard to swallow, that’s how I’m living
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| All my girls is poison, word to Michael Bivins
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| I’m getting fucked up, sipping three 4−5s
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| Slorp swooped me in the van so I had a ride
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| Hopped inside, I’m too high to die
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| But the weed, man, just committed homicide
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| All my niggas say, «Twon, you ain’t living right»
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| I just shrug it off, just trynna live my life
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| Tomorrow ain’t promised, I ain’t gonna think twice
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| I ain’t gonna party like it’s just any other night
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| The one who laughs loud always cries the hardest regardless
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| If they were smart enough to solve all of their problems
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| Bad girls between my blankets
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| If she got up, man, nigga I ain’t say shit
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| You niggas got it fucked up
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| Acting like a nigga really give a fuck
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| Nature boy gang, yeah, that’s what’s up
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| Nigga I’m gone, I don’t give a fuck |