| Free coke, call me Devon
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| Black
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| Smoking weed with my tunnel buddies
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| Inner city where the pretty die ugly
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| And the petty make the world feel we living unlucky
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| state to state, that’s my day job
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| So I could buy a mini mansion out in Cape Cod
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| Peace to Lil G, Big K
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| I’m at the five star diner and I ain’t tryna pay
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| Now I’m running through the rain in the summertime
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| Weed burn my eyes so I feel insane
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| Tryna catch flicks in a alley way
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| Ran across the street, getting chased out of Pearl bay
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| Now I’m back at home cooking struggle meals
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| Spent all my money so I’m eating out the trash for real
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| Walk by the barbershop, niggas just laugh
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| Leather jacket and the tiniest pants
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| But the joke’s on you
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| Went to school with niggas that beat my ass in the bathroom
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| Cause I was special, tryna be regular school
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| Got free lunch pass, jokes on you
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| On the dark side of town born with a reason
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| Grandma know I’m ashamed of my demons
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| Sweating out last night while I’m day dreaming
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| Scheming how I’m gon' eat
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| Up early in the morning I’m filling papers out for the EBT
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| My mans raw, stealin' espresso machines
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| I’m in the middle class slums living ghetto ass dreams
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| Only child, single mother, it’s a everyday thing
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| Till they call the motherfucking police
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| Only child, single mother, it’s a everyday thing
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| Till they call the motherfucking police |