| There’s nothing left to say to you
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| Don’t act like I ain’t pay my dues
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| I’m picking up the pace, It’s all about the chase
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| You could try to fake the moves
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| But that’ll be a way to lose, yeah
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| Just another phase, the summer 'fore you place, yeah
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| Man, for real, that’s just how I feel
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| Everything is honest, when a nigga know what’s real
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| See, I can make a song about the shit that really kills
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| But you would shut it down because you hating on my skills
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| I put you in a headlock, for like 3 shots
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| 4 more, 5, 6, 7
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| Heavily armed military goons, it’s nonstop for you niggas
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| Please carry on
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| It’s fuck
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| Fuck y’all
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| Yeah
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| (Fuck this)
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| Yeah, fuck y’all
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| Yeah
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| Fuck y’all, fuck y’all
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| Nigga all I hear is (Rah-rah-rah-rah)
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| Can’t reply, way to high for all that (Yah-da-da-da)
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| Yea I know, niggas used to be, gang-gang-gang-gang
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| But in life, there are things that we just can’t maintain
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| Gangland is the main frame
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| Heartbeat of the city, is where we were born
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| I didn’t know shit about shit back when you put me on
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| You told me what was legit, and what was ludicrous
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| Never let the homegirl know I was new to this
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| (Stupid lil niggas)
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| See I was a November baby, so I was the kid brother
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| We was in the same grade
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| Whatever we did, yo, we did together
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| Damn near live together, and when we got older I thought we were gonna win
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| together
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| But I played you my first song and you hated it
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| Sent you another 5 and you never replied
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| Now you tryna hit me on that (Rah-rah-rah-rah)
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| When you know I ain’t really on that (Yah-da-da-da)
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| Fast forward 5 years later, I’m getting paper
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| Might see me in the sky, in my scraper
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| But it’s
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| Fuck y’all
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| Yeah
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| (Fuck this)
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| Yeah, fuck y’all
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| Yeah
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| Fuck y’all, fuck y’all
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| For real, mayne
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| I just wanna sign my deal, mayne
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| Gotta keep it live, keep it real, mayne
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| Keep it trill, mayne
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| Know the deal, mayne |