| Yeah
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| Super
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| Good
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| Mmm
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| Listen
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| Summer in the wintertime
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| Smoke back on this beat, act like it’s dinnertime
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| Four packs, no receipt, no LoJack, hold my heat in case I have to throw that in
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| the river after sinner time
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| Uh, I’m good, I’m good, I swear, I’m good, I ain’t losing no sleep
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| I’m hood, I’m Wood, I’m where I wanna be, see no defeat
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| I pull that off the hip to shoot the shit that piss the vultures off,
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| the culture’s in good hands, goddamn, that man is so in sync
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| Uh, Justin Timberlake
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| Seized planet, now good karma on my dinnerplate
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| I played th backup actor, actively soaked up that after my acumn,
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| ruder master flew to interspace
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| Two times for niggas that ain’t gon' lose
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| Three times for niggas that break wrong rules
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| One time for niggas that paid those dues
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| Listen, if you ain’t getting it, then shame on you, on you
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| Girl, I’m tryna put this game on you
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| Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you
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| Seven figures, put my gang on too
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| Fuck it, if you don’t get it, it’s a shame on you
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| Uh, shame on
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| Ooh, damn, ooh, damn, you can’t put the blame on
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| Nobody but who you see when you turn candleflame on
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| And that window stain show reflection, please refrain from
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| Projecting to protect you from accepting your name tarnished
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| Bitch, you ain’t farted
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| Think you the shit, really this shit ain’t for the faint hearted
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| Think you’ve been hip, then take a two piece to your brain target
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| Think you’ve been slick, the truth defines you reclining, you so lethargic
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| Run that fade if you hate
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| Uh, juice box, squeeze that Minute Maid, bust a grape
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| Uh, rooftop, see, that chain is lame if it break
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| Uh, goosebumps, leave that nigga dazed, put the Glock away and sock on they
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| face, show your pain if you brave
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| Oops, I done did it again if you late
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| Uh, roots run deeper than Hussein, who rang?
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| I rock two chains, who bang?
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| I block two lanes, Wu Tang
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| Hop out and swing, true king, ask 'bout me
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| Two times for niggas that ain’t gon' lose
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| Three times for niggas that break wrong rules
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| One time for niggas that paid those dues
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| Listen, if you ain’t getting it, then shame on you, on you
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| Girl, I’m tryna put this game on you
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| Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you
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| Seven figures, put my gang on too
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| Fuck it, if you don’t get it, it’s a shame on you
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| Far more than the minimum
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| Finish him
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| Throw hands, swing back like a pendulum
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| To knock that racket, no Wimbledon
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| In a long-sleeved Pendleton
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| Where the palm tree, palm leaves give me shade, even when the fray leading
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| brigades defending the innocent
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| Threw pops in the penitentiary, incidentally, all his sons grew up to be
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| gentlemen
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| With a knack for the penciling
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| Could scrap with the best of them
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| Put one straight through your chest for them
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| Boy, you ain’t got no business fucking with these family ties, on my life,
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| it’s about to be a— Wait, hold up
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| Boy, we don’t leave no witness, word to Guinness, every record that we wrecking
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| toting pistols
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| It’s incidental
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| Two times for niggas that ain’t gon' lose
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| Three times for niggas that break wrong rules
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| One time for niggas that paid those dues
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| Listen, if you ain’t getting it, then shame on you, on you
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| Girl, I’m tryna put this game on you
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| Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you
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| Seven figures, put my gang on too
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| Fuck it, if you don’t get it, it’s a shame on you |