| Lucy been talking in volumes
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| Lucy been promising power
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| Lucy been lurking for hours
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| Lucy been perfect for ever
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| Lucy been perfect for ever
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| Lately been feeling insane
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| Fighting these thoughts in my head
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| Feeling like death on my back
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| Smoking it away da fuck is a nap
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| Fuck it I’m faded I mind as well snap
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| Dead on the inside I gave up on that
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| Laid out da plays, to get out da trap
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| Don’t talk all that shit, or I aim at ya cap
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| Putting your brains ya lap
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| Cause you faking like dat
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| I ain’t making no threats
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| I’m just speaking straight facts
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| You just pus like a cat
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| You soft like a gusher
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| Going fold when I press ya
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| You stupid like fester
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| You goofy confess it
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| Been blocking my blessings
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| Invested in stressing
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| Unlocking my methods
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| Yo mother caressing
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| She calling me hefe
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| She call me her drug
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| I serve her dis dick on a platter
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| Who is this monster
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| Inside me
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| Feeling so empty
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| Ungodly
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| Raging no thinking
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| Young broly
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| Triggered no pupils
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| I’m zoning
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| Strapped wit da napalm
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| I’m roman
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| Seven da mix
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| Ain’t no cloning
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| Never get lost in a
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| Moment
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| Kunai Itachi, Miyagi young papi
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| Akatsuki not rocking, Been rocky, A legend
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| These voices they tell me, Crush skulls wit my foams
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| Ain’t no cross wit dis bone, All this harmony, follow me
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| Pardon me, hardly be caring, Just dreams of mclaren
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| Skrt off in mclaren
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| Boy the fuck is you staring at, Where in the fuck is you hearing that
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| Don’t get it confused ain’t no fear in that
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| Katana, Damascus, ya bastards, ya head in a casket
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| Been claiming it’s gold, but it’s plastic
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| You stuck on ya image it’s trashy, it’s tragic, became what you hated,
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| surrounded by hatred
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| Them blinders effective, distraction not action, don’t do me no favors,
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| reaction artest
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| I think on it later, Roll me a woods, I can’t fuck wit papers
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| Can’t smoke on no reggie, I only do flavors |