| Yeah, turn it up a lil bit more
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, turn the beat up a lil bit more for me
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| Yeah yeah aye
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| I keep a swivel, my head on forward
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| Apply the plan, pay it forward
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| React to the day’s over
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| The last of feelings ain’t pass over
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| The glass ain’t half full here it’s half broken
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| Barrel in the gas smokin, afraid we in it
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| Give hope and stay different
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| Bitches on it they ain’t leaving
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| Them hoes get crazy get paper they want a baby
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| At home when I was small both my parents know they named me
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| Get what you asking for
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| Feds snatched my dog
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| Family on the phone, shit be going on and lasting long lately
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| Froze ya neck, so connected
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| Scale in large weight like we throwing it
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| Far as you can see I ain’t showin it
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| Ornaments, foreign whips we tourin it
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| Coordinates, somewhere in the warmer cris
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| Treat our shit commercial at the door
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| First name hit it first cuz after that they tryna hurt you
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| Yeah
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| Back back then when I was lonely
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| Friends shaded on me
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| Peers turned to zombies
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| Can’t phase it on me
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| Dog turn informant
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| Fiends crossin on me
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| Stretch ya head don’t it
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| Make a zing back when I ain’t have no one
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| Own it if ya owe me
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| Ya everything ya only
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| So act on it ya own it
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| Bands ain’t going |