| I’m Starving
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| I Ain’t talking about no artist
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| If a nigga balling in the club, Imma rob him
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| Body bag full of fuck nigga, go grab a coffin
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| California kush be the reason why I’m coughing
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| Get jacked for the excess floss
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| And hoes be in my view, so be cautious
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| Youny niggas, they ain’t do no talking
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| Died in a jet, but I ain’t Tom Coffin
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| Screaming «Fuck How You Feel»
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| Ain’t no other nigga kick shit like this
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| Cuz them other niggas ain’t got my skill
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| I’m too real to ever be fake
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| They too fake to ever be real
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| Took my time, perfected my craft
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| Now its time to see me some mills
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| Fuck nigga
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| Why the hell you hating on my generation
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| Squeezing guns with no hesitating
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| For any kind of altercation
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| Living life fast with no time for patience
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| Breaking down dope, cuz its reefer baby |