| Main man You think shit’s sweet 'cause you’re home
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| The world dont stop I got to keep keep on
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| Spat no more speech in the phone
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| Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you’re reaching
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| Main man You think shit’s sweet 'cause you’re home?
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| The world dont stop I got to keep keep on
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| Spat no more speech in the phone
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| Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you’re reaching
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| Here We Go Again, Lake Michigan
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| Watch a couple niggas float now they’re missing friends
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| Off that good Kush whirlwind mind spin
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| Round and round we go favorite Cinema was blow
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| My homey out of sight ain’t seen him often
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| You know my Niger George laying low down in Boston
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| Told me 'fore he captured they going to ship him in a coffin
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| The waters run deep but he’s good he’s a dolphin
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| Sitting back coughing close call almost lost him
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| Big surprise when the underdog rise
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| Street Fighter you can see it all in his eyes
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| Two steps ahead before he made a move strategize
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| You know that fly nigga all the chicks fantasize
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| Goatee white t with a v
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| Get the liquor I got 'rellos if you fucking with me
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| From the doors Haze raised off chores
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| It’s in my pores
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| Hard work grind it out in velours
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| Yeah, Arsenic when I spit the pen I grip
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| Let it unfold so it’s told most eloquent
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| I’ll let your soul float into heavens grip
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| Watch the Gold Coast quotes that I invent
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| I’m tied in
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| To the family to my Myelin
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| Meyer Lansky mind-state get the pie and bend
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| Silver wind crop circles where I descend
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| Feel the planted blends like a phantom limb
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| Those I apprehend float in Fisherman’s Bend
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| You Wishing on a Star I got the sun in my lens
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| Receive a bullet in your hair like a split end
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| My two nines rolling pairs, Minnesota Twins
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| Trying to make my wrist colder than the polar winds
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| Metal hand smack that ass like revolver pins
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| Vulva’s damp urban sprawl hot like lava lamp
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| Describe a homicide no Olive Branch |