| Dystopia
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| Walk alone except for city lights and cameras
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| But I been known to be with jackers and the scammers
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| Pull triggers on them hammers
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| Runnin bows out from New York to Alabama
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| Roll 100 pounds right over the train track
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| It done touched down n made a killing when it came back
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| Tell em frame that
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| Stashed in the safe behind the painting on the wall
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| Fuck boys stay hating that we ball
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| Pacin while I’m talkin not complacent on the call
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| Cash phone ringing
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| I pick it up with lightening speed
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| I guess they really like the weed hello
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| Cut your neck up out the sword
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| Mak em go and meet the lord
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| Now it’s time to cut th cord
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| You think you done been around some places bet this underworld is unexplored
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| Feel like the burn ward
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| I been runnin wild with these capers
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| Just got off them papers
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| Bout roll a blunt and then get faded like a taper
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| Og in my vapors
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| Slangin up this labor
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| Smokin out and plottin how to rob all of the neighbors
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| It look like light sabers
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| Glowin smoke these hollow tips
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| Comin thru they bout to rip
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| Up any motherfucker that be talkin shit
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| Got the kit for killin em slow
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| And my venom is so
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| Steady it’s ready to go
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| I’m lettin it blow
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| Never trigger shy
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| So get out your last words and say that prayer cuz you gon fuckin die
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| Useless lookin you the back of a sticker guy
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| Have bad luck like broken mirrors
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| Might not be who you love but I’m the one you gonna fear
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| So get it clear |