| You got a false image
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| Bitch, I got no limits
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| You trip, I slap a clip in
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| I’m banging chrome finish
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| Don’t be another victim
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| You pussies try to fit in
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| This fuckin' scene is sickenin'
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| It’s scary how I’m livin'
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| I fall asleep and pass away, then wake up blunt twistin'
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| Even if I’m drowning like Whitney, I keep a razor with me
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| Cool it down like New Edition, then go froze when you see me
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| I don’t fuck with the city, rather be in the forest
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| Solar cells up on my cottage, hear the birds in the morning
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| Earl Grey in my kettle
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| Off the grid how I settle
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| Super tramp how I travel
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| This how I cope with my mental
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| I engrained myself in history bitch I’ll be here forever
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| I be so on my shit I’ma foreclose your
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| No, you not like me
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| So when night fall she dip, dip
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| Pager all on my hip, hip
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| Whole game on my dick, dick
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| Motherfuck yo clique, give a fuck what you think, bitch (SESH)
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| I lift it up and I’m shaking the earth
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| Sharpen my blade and I’m bringin' the hurt
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| Deep in the dirt, hittin' the curb
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| Bitch don’t talk to me, don’t get on my nerves
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| Cashed as a bitch now I’m slurring my words
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| This my confession, I’m letting it burn
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| Told you already, bitch when will you learn?
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| SESH is forever till I’m in the earth
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| Bitch |