| You rollin up back?
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| This how it need to be
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| Aw yea
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| Yeah, So, exactly
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| Yeah, yeah, so, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, so, so
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| And I just want some things to change momma
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| I just want some things to change
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| I just want some things to change momma
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| They been calling me insane kinda
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| They been calling me insane
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| They been calling me insane
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| Just tryna put you in that range momma
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| Just tryna put you in that range
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| Just tryna put you in that range momma
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| Living dangerous just to chase commas
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| Living dangerous just to chase commas
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| And I’m like, baby would you still love a nigga
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| If I up and went broke
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| Would you go and put that bread up on my books
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| I seen the judge and got smoked
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| I said I needa know
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| I needa know
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| Shit, I needa know
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| Tell me an answer, I figured no
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| I figured so
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| Yo, your style need a DNA test, who’s the father?
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| Rolling a blunt up in the barber chair
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| They see my face and say that god is near
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| Business, I’m in it, don’t involve a queer
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| Niggas know me, got the knowledge like I’m Obi
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| Sons don’t go to war, you niggas hard, you gotta show me
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| Living out my years, Kobe, that’s deuce-four
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| Fuck a cute whore, up in the two door, fucked up on Route 4
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| Just a Jersey boy, across the world, the people heard the noise
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| I take your girl and turn her to a coin, shit
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| That’s head and tail, the rifle like a mop, it need a pail
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| Whip the color kale, wylin' 'long as I got the bail, nigga |