| Sorry my nigga
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| The fuck is a sober
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| Lately been feeling some shit on the tear
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| Niggas be geeking, I hardly do care
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| Proving no points, my life on the edge
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| Grew up off Roman, no fucks for a goofy
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| Niggas lavar, be talking so ruthless
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| I pull up green dot, you bout roofless
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| So pray to the guthix, it’s bout to get lucid
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| Dramatics
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| For status
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| Fuck out my stratus
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| Or 6 to ya casket
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| Fuck it, it’s 7 let’s make it a caption
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| Sorry no capping, let’s get to the reaction
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| Run up what’s cracking, come see if I’m lacking, you end up tragedy,
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| fueled by ya' vanity
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| Handle me na
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| Maggots all scattered I come off my side
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| Never been bully, but never been patient
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| Testing my patience, I turn you to vapor
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| Then put it on cable, stability faded
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| I show no relation, while fucking temptation
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| A lovely sensation, no fucks for a clout
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| Wait
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| Stay in the back
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| Peacocking fuck dat
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| Keep dropping these tracks
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| Keep feeding my passion
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| Til I’m in casket
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| Don’t ask me no questions
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| I’m feeling Kanye
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| No fucks what you say
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| This shit ain’t for play
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| I said it before
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| This shit ain’t no hobbie
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| And I ain’t no novice
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| Cue up the gospel
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| Cause I done got started
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| Fuck is a hook
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| I’m feeling lethargic
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| Excuse me now pardon
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| Let’s get back on topic (Bitch!)
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| Stopping that shit not an option
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| Done started, been started but fuck it
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| Can’t rush it, won’t chance the corruption
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| Destruction so natural, like breathing or something
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| Niggas be wyling and bitching but lacking ambition, comparison weighing 'em down
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| Tunneled my vision, increase the precision, now look at me now These numbers
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| outrageous, they screaming you made it
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| But nigga I’m hungry, and hella sedated
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| Constantly hated, but ran out a fucks
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| I can’t get complacent, the vision like lasik
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| Prolific, prophetic, they said I was special
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| They called me retarded
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| But look at this written, this shit look methodic, come burn out ya optics
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| I mastered this herb
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| So you know it’s free smoke when I walk in the store
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| They reaching for woods, keep 'em like tiger, keep four in the cut,
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| No I’m not psychic, I get it, I get it
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| Life like a movie, let’s get it, let’s get it
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| The climax not ending, transcending, transcending
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| Leaving no bodies, no remnits, no witness
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| Entitled not really, but used to the drama
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| Just pop some Excedrin
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| Eccentric lil nigga, can’t finish a sentence, I think it’s coffee,
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| it got me too centered
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| Feeling too centric, retreat to the cut
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| It’s nice in the back, smoke out the section, moving in silence
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| No need for deception, this was a dream, we at conception
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| Fuck all them odds, Yezzus going bless it
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| Breaking these chains, a different mentality, bending reality
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| I ain’t no slave
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| No I won’t buy it
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| Mind of my own, the uni my guidance
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| Don’t try to fight it
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| Not what used to a little enlightened
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| Always been different you niggas should try it
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| Thoughts in my fucking head
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| Got me rather defiant
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| Sorry not sorry
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| Sorry not sorry (Aye)
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| Don’t try to fight it |