| I walk in the rain, but I can’t feel the rain
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| I’ve been kicking back, I’m just playing the game
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| My energy really not one to be tamed
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| I’m mentally faster then most human brains
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| My niggas, my niggas, we all are the same
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| We really just anti, but stay in our lane
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| I don’t say no names, cause name dropping’s lame
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| I see you, I see you, but not in my way
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| Bitch, I get money, so fuck what they say
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| If you ain’t with my team, better stay out the way
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| Hit me up shawty, she know where I stay
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| Wanna fuck through the night
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| And smoke up through the day
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| I don’t need placements, I want them green fa ces
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| So fuck all the faces, I wanna see naked
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| Bitches on bitches and fuck conversatin'
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| They askin' what’s wrong, «Is he really that crazy?»
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| Bitch I am crazy, my flow is outrageous
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| Put me on your show, ain’t no sense in you playing
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| Nigga quit playing, my shit is too banging
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| I’m walking in normal, I walk out, now I’m famous
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| The game I’m holding is locked in my hands
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| Cause your bitch tapping out, you can call me Kurt Angle
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| Slow mo like Neo
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| Your bitch working, no freeload
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| You niggas ain’t shit but Pablo De Neo
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| I hit Miami and spent us some C-notes
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| Then went out to Denver and bought out the weed store
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| Came into Cali just straight from my video
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| Fuck rapping the plug, I don’t speak in that lingo
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| The devil be plotting but I’m plotting bigger
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| I don’t need advice, I just need compositions
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| My goal is to hang full of cash drippin' tissues
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| Free niggas, sneak dissin', fuck talking illegal
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| Life gettin' bigger, the picture get different
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| These bitches be wishing that they could come visit
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| But I’m getting busy
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| (Getting so busy)
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| Say that she miss me
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| Bitch, you don’t miss me
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| Bitch, I get fed up
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| You want me broke, better get on my level
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| My jeans are not creased I’m ripping that skeleton
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| I tell 'em
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| I’m comin' from Memphis, that what I’ll tell you
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| Smoking these herbs, I need to go back to my show
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| Can’t see nobody, I’m rapping my tempo
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| Don’t bother me bitch, cause I’m fucking mental
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| I don’t take xans, fuck a bitch, don’t remember
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| Wake up the next week, now she gone out my mental
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| Say that she bricked cause my lyrics are liquor
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| I water the beat then I take the bitch swimming
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| Fuck a damn card cause I’m spending no limit
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| My boys get away cause my sound is so simple
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| Gave her the dick and my money like Meek and your shit is like bitches
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| Trench coat with witches, nothing but just bitches
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| Dawg, send me your shit, I can’t ever fuck wit it
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| Nigga let’s get it
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| Walking around, bitch I’m Diddy
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| Beating the floor like I’m out in the kitchen
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| But I’m just fiendin', I’m a great white
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| Nigga, you food, some 'bout it, 'bout it, chasing the Bentley
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| I’m Tom chasin' Jerry around in your kitchen
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| Bitch,
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| Really just full of these niggas that think that they winnin'
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| Causing an earthquakes I’m jumping like buildings
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| Sparking the issue, comin' to get you
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| It’s a fucking dismissal
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| Tell your people come get you
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| Try to keep this shit as civil
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| Niggas ain’t really gon' feel you
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| Bitch, I get money
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| Don’t hang out with
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| Don’t fuck with no niggas
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| And don’t fuck with trouble
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| But trouble be comin'
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| I keep this shit hunnid
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| Y’all know why they hatin'
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| But can’t keep shit from it
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| And bitch, I be gone |