| Don’t understand where my homies at
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| Or even if they ever existed (What?)
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| Got some tendencies of the Zodiac
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| I can see through small little glimpses (What?)
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| Feelin' like every day I wear a mask
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| So I tattoo what I think I look like (What?)
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| Might need demon horns and a switchblade
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| And a pitchfork and a pocket knife (Okay)
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| They make you die 'cause you hide what you feel inside
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| You cannot cry so your highs are your lowest times
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| They minimize ya, they minimize ya
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| They minimize ya, they minimize ya
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| I’m a minus
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| Sign on the screen 'til they click on me
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| 'Til I can’t breathe, they want sinus
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| My enemies got clique energy
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| Most can’t see who are honest
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| They want silence, they want quiet
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| They don’t want me grindin'
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| They rather see me grip iron and start firin'
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| And have a nigga momma cryin' 'cause he dyin'
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| They want the ambulance sirens to start flyin'
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| They want me in jail, they want me in Hell
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| They want a nigga never excel
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| They want me to take the test but they want me to fail
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| They want me to cry
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| They want a nigga, want me to die, they want me to hide |
| They want a nigga wanted for crime
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| One at a time, I’m on a nigga head 'til he dead
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| And I head to the feds like I’m 6ix9ine
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| They make you die 'cause you hide what you feel inside
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| You cannot cry so your highs are your lowest times
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| They minimize ya, they minimize ya
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| They minimize ya, they minimize ya
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| They make you die 'cause you hide what you feel inside
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| You cannot cry so your highs are your lowest times
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| They minimize ya, they minimize ya
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| They minimize ya, they minimize ya |