| Label this shit that won’t let them judge
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| Smoke while I strut through the mud
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| Say what you want, still, I do what I does
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| Breath of fresh air I’m a gift to your lungs
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| Fuck what you say, it ain’t true
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| Night to the day, we ain’t you
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| No need to impress you, no need to out-dress you
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| Just need to outlive you, so I’m eating better
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| Died 100 times now I’m back once more
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| The graveyard shake and the moon get low
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| The time get slow, and the blunts never go
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| Out like you, when your 50 seconds over
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| I’m contract sober, you gotta lie smoking
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| Locked in a deal, now you on the shelf molding
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| Thought is a green bid, at least where it’s poking
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| Now you down, bad knees locked by the police
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| Please step away this is just what I do now
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| Get the fuck 'round me, if I don’t know you now
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| Please step away this is just what I do now
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| Still in the yard, but we lie with them tombs now |