| This takes all of me
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| I can’t help but to be free
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| I just need to know what’s real
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| Reality be calling me still
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| But them diamonds in my mouth so trill
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| I just need to know one thing for real
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Bitch I’ve been living lovely
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Bitch I’ve been living lovely
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| Finally I grew some wings and flew away
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| I’m smoking better dank red eyes behind designer shades
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| So I can’t see a thing, bitch I don’t wanna feel a thing
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| I’m switching, swerving lanes and rolling up that stanky stank
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| (That stanky stank)
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| I don’t really fuck with fugazis
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| These little bitches, they pay me
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| Trappin' and stackin' it lately
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| Can’t let this fuckery faze me
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| You’d be afraid to just face me
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Bitch I’ve been living lovely
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Do you really fuck with me?
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| Bitch I’ve been living lovely
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| Finally I grew some wings and flew away
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| I’m smoking better dank red eyes behind designer shades
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| So I can’t see a thing
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| Bitch I don’t wanna feel a thing
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| I’m switching, swerving lanes
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| And rolling up that stanky stank
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| (That stanky stank)
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| This shit gets so fucking real somehow
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| All this dope got my lungs filled with clouds
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| Think I ain’t 'bout that shit come find out
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| Get the fuck from me with all that doubt |