| Hiro
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| Walk away
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| In a summer rain
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| And know that loneliness
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| Is all you gain
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| Uh, we money
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| This our night
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| Chello, what up nigga?
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| Uh, 'Mone, I see you
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| Yeah, we gon' fuck 'em up one time
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| Yeah, smooth, uh, uh
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| Neck and wrist be glistinin', that’s water, uh
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| Thinkin' how far we came from that corner, uh
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| Same hoes used to curb me, they all turned to stalkers
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| I got a plan to turn my goons to bosses, Lambos, we don’t do the Porsches
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| Niggas fake, got lane switched, still here, who I came with
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| Tryna get the game rich, now let’s get back to basics
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| 'Member nights my stomach touched, nobody had love for us
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| Ds was outside huntin', don’t come 'round here like you one of us
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| Workin' overtime, sippin' fine wine when it’s dinnertime (Uh)
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| Currently beefin' with a friend of mine (Haha)
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| I hate to do some shit that I regret
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| 'Cause my conscious never steered me wrong yet
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| They on the steps, I’m plottin' on a check to get a jet from out the 'jects
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| But we skip over the love to get respect, my nigga let’s
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| Talk more money and less stress, my address
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| Is one-five-nine and dollar sign in the flesh
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| You lookin' at the motherfuckin' best, nigga (Fuckin' best, nigga)
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| Step out your circle, be my motherfuckin' guest, nigga (Be my motherfuckin'
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| guest, nigga)
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| I talk dirty to you dirty niggas
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| Act like you woke, I’m at your throat at 7:30, nigga
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| Since corduroys beepin' corner boys played the corner store
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| With a quarter-water tryna knock a quarter off
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| What you corny niggas talkin' for?
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| I’m talkin' raw to the CB4, don’t make me pop out like a CD door
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| Neck and wrist be glistinin', that’s water, uh
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| Thinkin' how far we came from that corner, uh
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| Same hoes used to curb me, they all turned to stalkers
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| I got a plan to turn my goons to bosses, Lambos, we don’t do the Porsches
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| Niggas fake, got lane switched, still here, who I came with
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| Tryna get the game rich, now let’s get back to basics
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| 'Member nights my stomach touched, nobody had love for us
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| Thieves was outside huntin', don’t come 'round here like you one of us
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| Prices on my head so the coupe dropped, dollars in tube socks
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| I’m tryna dodge the rain, but ain’t no shade on this rooftop
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| Did my thang in the boondocks, wildin' since my stoop hop
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| Was too hot, stuffin' nine shells in the ooh-wop
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| For saints, it was craftmatic servin' all the smack addicts
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| Hustle like a Mexican amigi im from that fabric
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| Two birds in the Jansport, we some different backpackers
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| Soon as I leave the stu', I’m hittin' the trap like, «What's the mathematics?»
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| Been savin' since the playground, 'cause I was taught to stay down
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| Plottin' on a Royce, start shootin' in the Wraith now
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| Bust down for you to come 'round, politickin' uptown
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| Price is kinda high, I’m tryna see how I can shut down
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| Family is tradition, swore to stay committed
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| To the motherfuckin' grind so I’m rarely in the trenches
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| Still kick it with my dogs even if it’s rare to get a visit
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| I’m nothin' like these rappers, don’t compare me to them niggas
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| Gone
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| Neck and wrist be glistinin', that’s water, uh
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| Thinkin' how far we came from that corner, uh
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| Same hoes used to curb me, they all turned to stalkers
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| I got a plan to turn my goons to bosses, Lambos, we don’t do the Porsches
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| Niggas fake, got lane switched, still here, who I came with
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| Tryna get the game rich, now let’s get back to basics
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| 'Member nights my stomach touched, nobody had love for us
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| Ds was outside huntin', don’t come 'round here like you one of us |