| Everybody say the same shit, ridin' with the same clique
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| Fuckin' with the same bitch, so I keep my distance
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| This is the difference to me and you, listen
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| The money come and go, but to me that never meant shit
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| Smokin' on the same blunts, bitch you’re still the same punk
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| Put my parents through some shit, now I got to make it up
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| Wakin' up, rollin' up, backstage smokin' up
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| Crowds get to showin' up,
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| now it’s time to show 'em what
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| Bones really do, motherfuck your whole crew
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| Just some pussies online, act like rap is what you do
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| Never been no one to stop, dropped out, now what
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| Now I’m paid for some days, just for rappin' on the spot
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| What |