| Yeah, So
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| RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman
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| Sinister as giving Manson literature to the children
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| Thoughts of a youthful villain, windows is floor to ceiling
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| Feeling like Patrick Bateman off that medication
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| Only baring my patience cause I’m knowing Hell is waiting
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| Still a shit talking, blunt sparking
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| Henny bottle to the face type nigga
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| Take yo' mama on a date type nigga
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| Half a pint, I mean an eight my nigga
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| Straight act bitch, I’m too throwed to react, shit
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| The black Jaques Mesrine, Xannies and the cess green
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| Load up like a motherfucking chess team, you know heem
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| It’s Dolla hoe, bitches blowing jarda off the Ivory Coast
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| Having dinner on lobster boat
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| I spit the shit to give Barack a poke
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| Give a cop a choke
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| Bumping Flocka in the chopper smoke, pussy
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| Light the dope, light the
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| Light the dope nigga, light the
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| Yo
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| Light the dope, no hope for the weak
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| Four O’s in the cream with four hoes in the jeep
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| Two cups cause its only for me, you know
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| Came up off of one too many Narcos and parked yo' shit
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| Dolla Darko, backwood full of ARCO
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| Opiates flowing, I hope my heart go
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| Still jumping niggas after rap shows
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| Still rob a nigga if the cash low
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| Same nigga sleeping back of class, yo
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| Miseducation getting bad though
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| The government is like the fucking muppets
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| Obama just another fucking puppet
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| You know it and you motherfuckers love it
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| But ain’t shit change unless you do it, nigga
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| I’m fucked up
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| Lemme hear that
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| Still hit a lick just if the cash low
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| Yeah, So |