| Just jumped out the matrix
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| Yeah, ok, ok, I’m getting back to the basics
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| Ok, all you bitches is basic
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| I swear I just jumped out the matrix
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| Ok, I just jumped out the matrix, had to go and get it, shit
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| Heard you bitching 'bout your life and I guess you ain’t finished yet
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| But it’s also up for change, I don’t know how you finna let
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| Anything stop you from getting money, you don’t get it yet
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| You wanna change? |
| Well then fuck it, dog, you gotta make a move
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| It ain’t always gon' be perfect, I swear life ain’t auto tune
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| Gotta get up off your ass and out the house before it’s noon
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| Look at me, I ain’t finished college, dude, what I did instead
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| I’m hanging out the window, smoking gas with the stick
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| Back at 17, I realized couldn’t nobody tell me shit
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| Gotta do your own dirt to get the Rollie on your wrist
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| Be the master of your own craft, you could be the shit
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| Ok, I just jumped out the matrix
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| Yeah, a lot of you bitches is basic
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| I swear I’m not letting no more time being wasted
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| Ok, ok, I just jumped out the matrix
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| Yeah, I’m jumping out the matrix, seeing numbers always
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| You gon' take someone advice or you gon' learn the hard way
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| When you tap into the system, see this shit from far away
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| I just popped some acid, hit a bitch in broad day, yea, yea, ho
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| Just jumped out the matrix, shorty
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| I swear my life is too important, yeah
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| I swear my life is too important, yeah
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| I swear these bitches try to bore me, yeah
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| I pull up sipping out a 40, yeah
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| I pull up knocking on your shorty, yeah
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| She said the liquor make her horny, yeah
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| I made that money off of tourin', yeah
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| Just jumped out the matrix
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| Yeah, a lot of you bitches is basic
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| I swear I’m not letting no more time being wasted
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| Ok, ok, I just jumped out the matrix, yeah, yeah
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| I’m hanging out the window, smoking gas with the stick
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| Realized at 23 that couldn’t nobody tell me shit
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ok, I just jumped out the matrix, I ain’t finna fake shit
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| Fuck you hoes, put you on the bang out just to skate list
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| Now I’m back, me and Roswell inside the spaceships
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| 1947, came back, heard the statements
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| Chopping through the city like I’m not the type for patience
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| Never worry, even though it’s probably not the safest
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| Ya’ll look like the type of people, talking, making statements
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| I just smelled a bag of gas 'cause that’s my favorite fragrance
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| Yeah, I just jumped out of the matrix
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| Your girl ain’t have the camera, told her «tape this»
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| I slide throughout the city with some bracelets
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| They look like they is worse than nothing, make this
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| Just jumped out the matrix |