| Crouched and watched as you sank
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| Straws snatched off the riverbank
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| Turnt, the phrase like a shank
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| Had it stashed by the sinks
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| Didn’t have to come to this, I implored negroes to think
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| My born date is a jinx
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| Wait at the gate, I’m a sphinx
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| You blinked, paid dearly for those forty winks
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| Cold as ice, she skated around the rink
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| Teeth impossibly white, cheeks pink
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| Finally suggested we rob them
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| Immediately switched my math
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| I do not need the problems
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| End up counting in the mountains
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| All jokes aside, my man had a Nigerian accountant
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| We was rollin', even though by then the cancer had slowed him
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| Niggas wait till you in the car to tell you it’s stolen
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| Too late to get out, no point asking where you going
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| This that dumb shit you gotta survive
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| Just to get to the point of the script where a cop pull you over Coming from
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| your nine to five, inexplicably empty the clip
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| Alternate side parking, I didn’t leave the apartment
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| Alternate side parking, I didn’t leave the apartment
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| Peace?
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| Not this evening, it’s not even close to even
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| No rhyme or reason, just open season
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| Just watch, seeing is believing (is it?)
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| They won’t believe till there’s nothing to believe in
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| He said it wasn’t me, we didn’t believe him
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| It’s all wearing thin, simple lime and gin till the coupe brim
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| The suit was wearing him
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| It’s another word hid inside your grin
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| Big lips make quick work, you wee pin
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| The arc is long but it do bend, it do bend, it do bend
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| Alternate side parking, I ain’t leave the apartment
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| I was just startin' to start starvin', the stick was sharpened
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| Head split, Percy Harvin
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| Shade drawn, room dark
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| But when he spit the room darkened |