| But you know me, right?
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| But you know me, right?
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| But you know me, right?
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| Come from where the wolves rise and the demons hide
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| I sleep away my days and come alive at night
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| Couple pills don't ease the pain but I feel alright
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| A few mistake I done made, but you feel me, right?
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| I'm done being friendly with you fake and phoney bitches
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| Lead me by my lonely homie get from round my business
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| Ducked off, getting lit and smoking something different
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| They can talk about who got it, bitch we fuckin' been it
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| Bitch we fuckin been it
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| Bitch we fuckin' been it
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| They can talk about who got it
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| Bitch we fuckin' been it
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| They can talk about who got it
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| Bitch we fuckin' been it
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| This is where we differ, I'm like a 1 percenter
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| Pull up on you with the bike, bitch I think I'm Rico
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| Live like a Soprano; |
| kill like Jackson Teller
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| Hit your ass with the hammer, don't need no fuckin' ammo
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| On my style, gonna take it fake will always die
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| The truth gone always show, and river gon always ride
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| Hope you see me when you see me, gonna do me in
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| All these drugs made me evil, I'm a walking sin
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| I'm a walking sin
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| I'm a walking sin
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| All these drugs made me evil, I'm a walking sin
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| All these drugs made me evil, I'm a walking sin |