| "This is not a wig, it's fucking real
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| If it was a wig it would fucking come off right about now
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| I dyed it black, you like my shirt?
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| It says Mt Vernon, cus that's where I actually live
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| HOMETOWN"
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| How in the fuck are you 'bout to say
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| The way that we do it is not the way?
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| No, don't you sweat it, you not in the way
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| Nothing you do can put an end to my day
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| Cashed as fuck, in my bed I lay
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| Look at the ceiling and fade away
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| Stressin' and checkin' on me for a blessin'
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| But I can't hear nothing, I'm gone for the day
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| Sure you can afford that? |
| I get it
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| Lookin' like a bum, only think I'm holdin' pennies
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| Pull out your mortgage, just spend it in a minute
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| Take it how you want it, get mad when you get it
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| Blame everyone around you for the money you ain't gettin'
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| Boy, man up to the life you ain't livin'
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| Times, they get chiller, sometimes I forgive him
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| My mind's on a rhythm, so don't fuck up when I see you
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| Loose neck, cotton chains bangin' off my body soundin' like a dog walkin'
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| Razor barkin' if you by me, let the scotch light blind 'em, let the switch restyle 'em
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| I ain't never goin' back to what I did back in Howell
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| Old BONES, new flow, still flickin' ash up on my clothes
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| 1-800-DEADBOY if they need to hit my phone
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| Estate sell ogles, on the finger make me hopeful
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| We ain't never goin' back to nickel dimin' for some produce |