| Ay man forget all that conscious shit, nigga
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| You see these motha fukin shoes, nigga? |
| hah
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| That’s how you hit a lick, boy
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| Told you that shit would work, nigga
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| Ay, you know you need to holla at our girl today now that we got all this fly
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| shit, nigga
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| Wish somebody would try today, the way I’m feelin myself
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| Yeah, look
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| Trust me, I don’t like you for a lot of reasons
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| Nigga stop the greens
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| You don’t fuck with me or my feelings either
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| Man pledge allegiance to the 'mittee flag
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| Fuck 'em all if they envy that
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| I ain’t fucking if she isn’t bad
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| Naw fuck that let them titties sag
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| Stomach looking like a henny bag
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| Truck bigger than Jennie’s ass
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| Finna
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| But I’m tryna get that Diddy cash
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| So I stick with the pen and pad
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| You’re just a penny when we in the lab
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| Yeah, you’re nearly trash, Nigga no lie
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| You was doubting me the whole time
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| Stupid nigga, I’m a gold mine
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| White girls? |
| got a whole line
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| Got a main bitch and a side bitch
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| But honestly dog they both mine
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| The status grow, and the asses show
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| No money but I have to have the gold
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| Man, you gotta do what you got to
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| We stole because we got to
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| That’s what nigga’s on the block do
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| At the mall the bus stops too
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| All the older nigga’s got tools
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| I was only like 5' 5″
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| I remember on the way to School
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| They was always tryna test mine
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| Uh uh, Imma eat today
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| Try me, you gon' see today
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| Uh uh, I’m clean today
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| You gon' have to meet the beast today
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| Uh uh bitch nigga you ain’t touchin' me today
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| I’ve been stacking up my motha fuckin money, see these J’s
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| You ain’t taking nothing from me, ask my size I’ll tell you mine
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| Momma didn’t raise no dummy you can never take what’s mine
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| Uh uh, bitch nigga you can’t fuck with me today
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| I’ve been stacking up my money, yeah I’m feeling clean today
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| Finally got the girl I wanted, yeah that girl she hella fine
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| And she mine, and she super thick
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| Got her singing like
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| Aaliyah-liyah-liyah-liyah that’s my little chick
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| But in my DM DM DM DM’s got a lot of strippers
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| Got your BM BM BM BM trying to sleep with him today
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| Who’d ever thought it’d be this way
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| I guess it’s in my DNA
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| I’m quiet but belligerent
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| Respectful but I’m with the shits
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| I talk it 'cause I lived in it
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| When I talk they be listenin
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| Lately I’ve been feeling it
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| I want it, Imma get this shit
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| My ego different
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| I gain my confidence from ignorance
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| I got a little bit of change switch my old jeans
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| Fuck a piece of pie, I want to whole thing
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| The way I see it going, only going up (up)
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| Naw we not invited, we don’t give a fuck
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| Still gon' show up with a pack
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| Still gon' show up with that black liquor
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| Throwin' up in the back
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| Imma throw up to come back
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| And go' pour up some more Jack with ya
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| Roll up and get blacked, fuck it
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| Hold up on that wax, nigga
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| I’m far from sober, infact
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| I ain’t even tryna go back, nigga
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| Been broke, so wack
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| I ain’t even tryna go back, nigga
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| If your soul intact, then ya
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| Don’t wanna be that nigga that steal and waving your gun around
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| Giving innocent people the run around
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| Demons on my mind, I’m tryna dumb it down |