| Creature of habit I don’t fuck around with new things
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| I can feel the panic up and down from these mood swings
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| Try to get me calm, but all they do is fan the fire
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| These snitches out here singing like they reba mcentire
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| I dont condone it, never haver, never will
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| Exchange the garbage you been smoking for some better kill
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| I’m bout to set a deal trying to make 100 racks
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| Bettin 10 stacks on 5 yards from a running back
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| Everythings a gamble, so Ima throw them dice quick
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| Fuck with me ill hit you in the temple with a night stick
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| Flicking off the light switch, I prefer the darkness
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| Rollin in the shadows with the sinners and the heartless
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| I feel like a carcass, pulling on this cartridge
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| Wanna go back to the black where it started
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| Never feeling nothing I be number than some novocaine
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| Try to keep it bottled up but I can’t help but show the pain
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| I been feeling so insane crazy and lately
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| I been only picking up my phone if you gon pay me
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| Like rabies we sick as fuck, stay high as a lifted truck
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| And we gon double up that cash when we pick it up
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| Going against us would be ill advised
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| You spent your life with the fake come see the realest kind
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| We cross the finish line ain’t damaged at all
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| You had the lead but in the end you somehow managed to fall
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| They know when cabbage involved I go nuts I’m a monster
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| Try to calm me down smoking blunts like a rasta
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| Bands in the chopper I fly em overseas
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| Making the whole world drop right down to its knees |