| Y’all stupid ass parents so lazy
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| Praise a snapback more than a baby
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| Let that baby grow up like, «Who raised me?»
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| Never had no car so she named her Mercedes
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| Dumb shit y’all do, yeah I’m talkin' 'bout you
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| Conehead ass bitches but don’t know the scoop
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| Kid in a crib lonely, cookin' up soup
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| While mama on dates eating lobsters, I’m through
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| You failed the mission, you kept your distance
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| That kid would be rich if you paid her attention
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| The morals is missing, the world is different
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| If you mind your business, you could own a business
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| Deadbeat fathers and deadbeat mothers
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| Crazy how y’all pin blacks against each other
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| «You too dark for blonde hair, look at your skin color»
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| Bitch my skin look and tastes just like Nutella (You heard?)
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| You racist, so fuck what you say
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| He black sellin' weed, he will never see day
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| That’s funny when abusers ain’t locked away
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| They in the crib giving more beats than Dr. Dre
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| They suspect, oh they cops? |
| We don’t trust that
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| Black people don’t drive home, just take the bus back
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| These cops killin' us off like we some Rugrats
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| So I ain’t got time, I’m finna get me a bus pass
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| Cereal and water, I’ma eat either way
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| Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived
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| Said what he said, then be like, «What I say?»
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| Like K. Michelle, I got rid of the fake
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| Cereal and water, I’ma eat either way
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| Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived
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| Said what he said, then be like, «What I say?»
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| Like K. Michelle, I got rid of the fake
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| All that fuck shit, just dead it (Dead it)
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| They don’t wanna give us our credit (Credit)
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| Ain’t the same tape they spreadin' (Nah)
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| If it’s black on white crime then it’s edit
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| Young queens feelin' like peasants
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| Priorities mixed up, yeah I said it
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| One 'bout to jump off the edge
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| The other worry 'bout her edges
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| Labels offer me advance, I’m too advanced, so that shit dead (I don’t want it)
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| They swear to God that they God, please listen close to what I just said (C'mon)
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| People be so confused, one day the sky blue then it’s red (Figure it out)
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| I don’t ever get it twisted, if I got it twisted, I’ma get dreads (You heard?)
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| Damn, is they 'bout to fight? |
| Hold the fuck on, let me pull my phone out
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| Really wish I could see the shit, but the crowd big and they zoned out
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| But I’ma get this for WorldStar, let me get close, «Beat that ass ho!»
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| It all hit, what she should’ve did
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| When she found out it’s her cousin bro
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| CupcakKe, let’s go out for a drink
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| Nah I can’t link if I’m on link
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| Yeah, back then that’s all I think
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| Struggle might drain me but I ain’t sink
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| Females thinkin' that they better than another
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| But at night we all playin' that Tink
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| All going through the, «Where he at?»
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| «Am I good enough?», and everything in between
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| I don’t wanna hear it, you can save it
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| We all gettin' played like a playlist (Playlist)
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| Women scared to tell what they age is (Age is)
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| 'Cause men want the kids, fuckin' rapists (Rapists)
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| Uh, step back, you contagious
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| Friends turned on me like pages
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| Heart got a lot of empty spaces
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| Gotta keep it together like braces
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| Suicide, they givin' up so quickly
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| Jump out the car but not doin' the Shiggy
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| Rain on my parade, it will never get me
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| A little drizzle only make my hair frizzy
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| Pass me the towel rag, all that nonsense I’ll pass
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| Anything mom want, I’ll grab
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| Cop it like Angela Valdes, look
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| Don’t be a puppet, don’t be corrupted
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| Don’t be a motherfuckin' outcast
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| I don’t say shit 'cause words get switched
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| Like was it cash cow or cow cash?
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| Ones worried 'bout doin' numbers
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| Is the main numbers I’ma dial last
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| Same man say he don’t fear shit
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| Be scared to wipe the shit from his child ass
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| Cereal and water, I’ma eat either way
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| Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived
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| Said what he said, then be like, «What I say?»
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| Like K. Michelle, I got rid of the fake
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| Cereal and water, I’ma eat either way
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| Niggas only wave when the fee gettin' waived
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| Said what he said, then be like, «What I say?»
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| Like K. Michelle, I got rid of the fake |