| Yo, I’m contemplatin'
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| My soul is in a custody fight with God and Satan
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| The rap or crack, I go hard for paper
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| Niggas ain’t even as smart as Daja
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| And think they rockin’me to sleep or poppin’me with heat
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| I don’t even take you serious, I think you envious
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| I feel it, I was born to deal bricks
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| And come through the hood in ill whips
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| The Realness, who you think you deal with
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| I don’t fear shit nigga, fuck around and get hit up Ya blood stains the pavement like paint from a portrait I painted
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| Ya moms seen the coffin and fainted
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| You swimmin’with the sharks and the water is tainted
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| If you feel it in your heart (bring it)
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| My infrared beam is on ya head
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| My Desert Eagle severs people when I squeeze it I measure keys, you smalltime, barely felony
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| Only bigtime with jealousy, my mind tellin’me
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| Fight like a mantis, you triflin’badgers wanna see me in a casket
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| Stop dreamin, life’s a bitch I’m not leavin'
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| I’m not even, cheatin’on, or bring it on, so I can start squeezin'
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| My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
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| When they said somebody got to die
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| My nigga Pac must have felt deception
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| When he asked nigga do you wanna ride or die
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| Y’all niggas better duck when you fuck with me Trust is a luxury, I can’t afford it, so I prepare for war
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| I smear the wall two of ya mans with plans you sweared were flawless
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| I turned kids to orphans and live with caution
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| You can’t match the status, in a Jag with 10 crack commandments
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| Blazin', fake niggas can’t stand it I got shit established, strugglin’your hustlin’skills are average
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| Look and learn bitch, my cooker turn
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| A key to a key and a half, and he don’t even use a lot of heat on the glass
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| I surpass Nino, blast like Callito, die slow
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| Cuz Sass like to even up the side or blow
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| Like a nigga who need time on the phone, you get it?
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| Forget it son, I’m in a zone, I’m a live nigga
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| When I decide niggas, must die, kiss ya loved ones goodbye nigga
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| It’s fucked up, but it’s just the thought I got cliques
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| That go through brick and whips customized motherfucker
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| I get money, sit on bricks and twenties
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| Niggas ain’t takin’shit from me |