| Keep pushin' my buttons until I self destruct
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| Kick me while i’m down don’t help me up
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| Tell me that i’m trash, and I haven’t got no class at the bell it rung
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| Little scruff, i’m a strange fruit, she can tell i’m hung
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| Sheesh tryna get me on my own to act senseable
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| Gettin' sicker than me head smokin' on the medical
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| Tell ya friends that i’m the only reason that you’re reddish fucks
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| I’m back pushin' weight because the music didn’t measure up
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| Lost cause, lost fam, lost money, lost face so
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| I ain’t even ask if ya safe
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| Off me head, out me mind, off me chest, out me life, im okay
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| I run this O and step into the plate yeaah
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| All my ones are standed up near the gang or better know its that when you see
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| me weeman
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| Forgettin' where you come from over here I can’t agree with that
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| I see 'em going ghost and coming back soon as they need it and-
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| Thought ya’s had it locked
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| Pandora’s box
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| 3−6-Oz
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| Think ya bad but ya not
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| Soz
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| You’ll get sent to the shop
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| All you mans are dumb, all you mans are done
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| Out here, I’ve had enough forget the cash and run
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| Gone clear, my kicks looking harder than crocop’s
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| I never see the V.I. |
| i’m low bruv
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| We should name the GOAT Josh, weed in my P.O. |
| box
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| She give me face botox, to Lisa with the blowjobs
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| Medusa is a stoner, my versace smell like doja
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| On acid rap the joker, got the coca like im sosa
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| Stinkin' of ammonia, darker than the cola
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| Pull up on 'em in a nova, pay my dues its all kosher
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| In the field like i am zola
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| I caught this off the voda
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| Always been a loner
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| Self destruction, game over
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| Y’ahmean
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| On that real shit
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| Quick ones |