| Aliby, sounding like fuckery
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| Words don’t mean much to me
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| Action, scream fuckery
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| Jealously coated as love to be
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| Acting for Grammy’s
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| That shit like tragedy
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| Sad to see, my generation
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| Entitled, unbothered
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| Clout chasing they living its
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| Plain to see, Difference
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| Niggas who came from shit
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| And who just wit the shit
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| Vein when I’m menacing
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| Rain looking different
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| Crown not a heavy lift
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| Hip always heavy
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| Cause levels a tell you
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| That’s niggas a leave you dead
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| Irrelevant people
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| Seek clout, and attention
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| Be stuck on some goofy shit
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| Be caught in they image
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| Like man I’m just living
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| But really be feeling dead
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| Fuck morales
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| For likes
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| And some comments
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| Some people unconscious
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| Dey zombies, day walking it
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| 40 stay full
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| Cause I can’t be a fool
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| No Mitch, wit my tool
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| Cause I can’t take a lose
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| Reaction on billicheck
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| Fuck if I’m cool
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| I got a 380
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| My pockets too full
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| I keep hot pocket
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| I feel like a target
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| Protecting my peace
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| I’m standing 6 feet
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| Militant methods
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| Controlling my temper
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| Cause shit can get crazy
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| Belligerent fucker
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| When I’m in my feelings
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| The answer destruction
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| Demeanor, on carnage
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| My evil I harness
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| Eyes turning turn red
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| I been sad for a minute
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| But don’t get twisted
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| The shit never sweet
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| Devil like Jin
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| I cannot fold
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| Ring up ya vin
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| It really get cold
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| Hold up the voices got louder
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| Da pack done got louder
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| Can’t hear what they saying
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| Vision like fishburn
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| Been riding like smoke
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| Can’t knock of my focus
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| My squad like some locus
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| Keep loafing, it’s hostile take over
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| Misery lace in this pain
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| So fuck it I turn it to gains
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| Tears feel like dollars
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| Dey light up my trail
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| No fuck what you talking
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| Been thriving hell
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| Mood on jack sparrow
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| Undead for my passion
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| Now niggas going question the motive, it really don’t matter, like Soto I stay
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| wit a dragon, dramatics to common, no energy for it, I dead it, it’s all for
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| the peace, but we could get loco, if that’s what you want
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| But we can get loco if that’s what you want x 3
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| Turn up
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| Now you done woke up the demon
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| No Collin, it’s bout to get active
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| Capons in my pocket, you know what dat mean, that’s death on my mind
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| Attaching the beam, to my bitch, been feeling itch, phycosis done settled,
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| I chill wit my monster, he don’t fuck wit no one
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| Cause humans be trash
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| Let’s keep it a 100
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| I rather be lonely
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| Den fuck up my life |