| Why did I leave the ones that loved me
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| The ones that loved me
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| Why did I leave
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| Check it
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| Customised pins, wise men, I’m tied in
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| The environment I’m in is like a lion’s den
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| The tie ride in to the thigh length, I’m one with the climate
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| Pull a crocodile out the closet… I got it
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| Catch ya bum ass slippin way out in Hollis
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| Get swatted in ya squatter, wet em up like a otter
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| Play the Ramada, take a bow right after the drama
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| Word to the father, got real roots like Tariq Trotter
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| Mosaic, the coke weigh it, the bottle rosé it
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| The heat’s gold-plated, the feet are Dolce
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| Track up the beat I might OJ it
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| If niggas is role playin and ho payin, I’m fo-fo sprayin
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| The coat I’m wearing’s Australian
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| I’m not not gon tell ya
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| Cut off your genitalia then hit the Lord & Taylor
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| Lord as my shepherd I’m putting forth the effort
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| I just wanna afford the extras… uh
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| Twin six shooters, life’s like a Western
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| I’m tryina cop the mansion, play the West Wing
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| Break a bed spring, forty acres of lake break out the jet skis
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| Muhfucka
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| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold
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| Cold… cold…
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| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold
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| Cold… cold…
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| Yeah
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| Still play the graveyard shift, step in dog shit
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| Sell soft shit, my whip float like a swordfish
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| My wrist and neck frostbit, Le Coq Sportif
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| Send some shots lift you off your feet like a forklift
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| I hang glide off the cliff with just a trench on
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| Drop your body off at Crenshaw
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| Bang the young whore from Singapore
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| Squeeze till my fingers are sore
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| Sing a song like My Cherie Amour… uh
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| Tan in the winter, steamed salmon for dinner
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| The air’s thinner, never let the beef simmer, or let the beast get us
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| Piece is scissored lizard, so much white it’s a blizzard
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| I’m a street wizard, kill a beef, don’t leave a witness
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| Not a sibling, beat the system
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| My shooters deep, I might assist em
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| When death kissed em, your soul flow off into the solar system… uh
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| Greeted by ancestors, gangbangers making hand gestures
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| Let ya chest catch a Winchester
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| Little niggas is out to pull that Willie Manchester
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| You get put out on a stretcher
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| Muhfucka
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| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold
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| Cold… cold…
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| Sometimes this world is so lonely and cold
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| Cold… cold…
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| Sometimes |