| I can give a fuck about a blog list
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| I’m reading gun magazines looking for a cartridge
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| Winchester special edition, leave niggas nauseous
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| Riding in a Crown Vic I picked up from the auction
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| Presidents in my pockets, these niggas all dead
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| I’m in a Spider the same color as cornbread
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| She ain’t fucking with the help but gave the boss head
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| And most my niggas is crip but I want the Porsche red
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| Yankee Stadium, hustled around the corner
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| Jumping on the Bruckner backwoods and marijuana
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| Whole block sweating it’s feeling just like a sauna
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| I can’t predict the future but bet I fuck up some commas
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| How it feel to be respected in the projects
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| Chinese and some Kennedy fried, that’s all I digest
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| Can’t just get it, be patient cause it’s a process
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| These niggas don’t care about living long as they die fresh
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| Avoiding the precinct, ducking my demons
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| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em
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| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up
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| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up
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| Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons
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| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em
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| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up
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| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up
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| I know it’s hard to shine, that’s why they hate a star
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| Dirty face and towel, shaking yola in a mason jar
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| You think you riding, I got some youngins that’ll take your car
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| Break your legs then fuck the bitch that’ll break your heart
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| Fuck the 23rd, 25th, and the 14th
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| NYPD try to put pressure to make us all sing
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| But me, I can’t harmonize, I don’t know no melodies
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| I know about felonies, delinquents full of jealousy
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| Used to have that dog food and I ain’t talking Pedigree
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| Bully told me he on tour with Trigger, shit is heavenly
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| I’m still in the junkie house, I promise in a month I’m out
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| Phone clicking all this chicken got me in your hunny mouth
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| Crashed up my first whip, they say I took the dummy route
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| My man took some pills to Virginia, he tryna run the south
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| Back to the city, it’s gritty niggas is dumbing out
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| Cops giving out shots, no longer giving summons out
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| Clear the summer out
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| Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons
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| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em
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| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up
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| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up
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| Avoiding the priests and ducking my demons
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| Some say I’m conceded, act like I need 'em
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| Praying five times a day to clean my sins up
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| Knowing I’m just tryna pull that Benz up
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| Please forgive us, we all just want to correct our wrongs. |
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