| So wake up, set your sights
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| For the time is right
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| For your role
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| No one can fuck with me
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| I feel like if the bitch could walk, she’ll fuck me
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| Money over everything, under the influence
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| That ATMs withdrawn from promethazine fluid
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| I toss at night, so I fall asleep sedated
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| Sometimes I feel like life is so over-rated
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| And two thing for certain, that’s death and taxes
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| Tryna move forward doing shit ass backwards
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| Stand up nigga at night on his knees
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| Pray and sip Arnold Palmers up under palm trees
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| Hope to die from old age, chance of that slim
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| Smoke Newport so that’s going on a limb
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| But with my lights dim, before it be brighter
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| Than a stateside spotlight on a million lighters
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| Held by niggas wearing Puffy shiny suits
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| With some Daft Punk helmets and some hairs on they boots
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| I’m uncouth
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| Eve in the garden
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| I fucking beg your pardon
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| We thirsty and starving
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| Hungry than a motherfucker, mouth dry as hell
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| Tryna make it in the city where 90% fail
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| Hola, it’s solar, poetry polar
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| Got the game locked in a crowbar
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| Never ever sober, hot box and no cars
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| Watch the day pass on prescription pills Zoloft
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| If I don’t have it, nigga I’mma go off
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| Razor in the coat tryna slice a nigga throat off
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| Nigga I’m an ogre, rap like oh God
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| Hitting bitches from the back camera on the tripod
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| In your bitch iPod, never rocked Izod
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| But I rock the python, choke it to your life gone
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| Nigga I’m amazing, no not a mason
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| You Illuminati, nigga I’m Jason
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| And I stand Adjacent, dawg no replacement
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| Used to smoke squares, roll swishers in the basement
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| Mama never said shit, 'cause she felt my pain
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| Feeling like crying so I wish that it rained |