| Stick, hoo
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| Stick
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| God, hoo
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| Ayy
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| Ayy, today is the day with a life full of hate
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| Look at my face, all you see is disgrace
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| Come to my place and you’ll fuckin' relate
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| Livin' this life, ain’t no piece of the cake
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| Life is too fast to be slow in the race
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| They killin' us slowly, they takin' our place
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| Open your eyes and just have a lil' faith
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| Pause, crazy how the world’s into sins
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| Just so any rich, but innocence is not making sense
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| They got me fuckin' mad
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| They puttin' chemicals up in the fuckin' meat to fuck us up
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| Better grab the condom to shoot the gun
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| Got me sick in every city
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| You know I’m with a burner, yeah, you know I hold a glizzy (Ayy)
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| Green dot style, yeah, I hold a fifty
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| Shoot him dead, now you gone, poof, like a gypsy
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| I heard you sayin' send seven shots, then you miss me
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| When the cops pulled me over, threw the pack out like a Frisbee
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| I can call my ex, I can fuck her but it’s risky
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| Diamonds on my neck and so you know these diamonds drippy
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| Drippy, I fucked your ho on a six-speed
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| I fucked that bitch and she tipsy |
| Blue hundreds and my skin is ill, crispy
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| Real drip, nigga, no Zumies
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| I spent a hundred on Louis
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| Lil' bitch give me head in the Ksubi
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| You know that she want all my jewelry (Hoo, ayy)
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| Ayy, today is the day with a life full of hate
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| Look at my face, all you see is disgrace
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| Come to my place and you’ll fuckin' relate
|
| Livin' this life, ain’t no piece of the cake
|
| Life is too fast to be slow in the race
|
| They killin' us slowly, they takin' our place
|
| Open your eyes and just have a lil' faith
|
| Pause, crazy how the world’s into sins
|
| Just so any rich, but innocence is not making sense
|
| They got me fuckin' mad
|
| They puttin' chemicals up in the fuckin' meat to fuck us up
|
| Better grab the condom to shoot the gun
|
| Got me sick in every city
|
| You know I’m with a burner, yeah, you know I hold a glizzy
|
| Green dot style, yeah, I hold a fifty
|
| Shoot him dead, now you gone, poof, like a gypsy
|
| I heard you sayin' send seven shots, then you miss me
|
| When the cops pulled me over, threw the pack out like a Frisbee
|
| I can call my ex, I can fuck her but it’s risky |
| Diamonds on my neck and so you know these diamonds drippy
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| Drippy, I fucked your ho on a six-speed
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| I fucked that bitch and she tipsy
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| Motherfuckin' end, mmh-mmh
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| You think that’s enough? |