| I dont know what was better, my first split for my first kiss
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| Picture perfect, paintin' pictures is when I first did
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| Rap sessions just reflectin' life is the outer lesson
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| I was stressin'
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| Askin' questions, gotta teach me a lesson
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| Beatin' bottles, pourin
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| But I dont even drink a lot
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| I was stuck in my mind, but I dont even think a lot
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| We were having conversations about our lifestyle
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| 'Whatcha wanna be?', I wanna be right now
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| My perspective should’ve kept it bottled up
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| Im connected to the death, is my reflection hot enough?
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| In the mirror, 'icken clearer
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| And Im here to light’em up
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| Roll the roaches, cuz' Im postin'
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| And procceed to getting high as f*ck
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| And Im bliss thinkin' meanings of this
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| Palms cushin', heart racin'
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| Im the meanest in this bi-
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| No body else can politely
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| Better yet, Im going politely
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| To you ho’s blowing up my phone
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| But I know I gotta let her go lightly
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| Im trying to be best in my city
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| Bein' talented fuckin' with me
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| Wether I’m in New York or Cali
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| Now I gotta get it in like she pretty
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| Now my phone six with seven
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| gotta rep it till I die
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| Realest mothafucka alive
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| Now let’s get high
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| I need more money more bitches
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| More drugs and more trippin
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| Cause, more hundred more pissin' |