| Come to terms with this image
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| You decide to burn
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| Watch it crumble like these
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| Hats have turned into urns
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| You find me? |
| I’m popular
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| Crown boy, you’re handing up my soda
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| Like it’s popular
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| That’s absurd, and remembers
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| Are these suckers think they better
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| By these numbers, but this ain’t no competition
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| You won’t make it through the summer
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| If the men ain’t say your name
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| 99 problems, guess these evils couldn’t find me
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| I stay at peace, shot my leaser, don’t be foolish, niggas
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| Yeah, you must be stupid if you think they give a fuck
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| About this message and your music
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| Trouble in the bass, now it’s treading topic but
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| Tomorrow such a phase, a name without a face
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| I call my nigga Correy, tell him hook me with some G’s
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| I’m heading to what I turned into stay, the sohe
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| You ain’t hearing from me, that’s just my token, they said
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| If you stole my people, we can stay connected mother endless
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| This life is for me, actors (???)
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| Don’t wanna be part of these foolish games |