| Drug gods back coke bumps during broad day
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| Always, down to get it in no foreplay
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| Woah now, now a days I’m shitting on my whole town
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| So downtown niggas biting on my old sound
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| Okay, cocaine in the door way
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| And some empty coke bags in the hallway
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| No way, if I clone my girl twice
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| I’m a go and have a four way all day, okay
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| Only thing about these little bitches I don’t like
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| Is all these lil bitches really think they getting high
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| Rolling through my town with some niggas down to ride
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| Every days the same because we do this every night
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| I been out my mind, trapped inside my trap house
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| I’m runnin out of time
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| Lets dial another bottle before I realize I’m broke
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| I’m a drug addict parents didn’t see the signs
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| Man I’m trapped in my trap house
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| God damnit man I’m trapped in my trap house
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| I don’t want to be high right now
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| I’ll call you when the drugs wear off
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| Man I got pretty good exposure
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| Wish I could say the same thing about my composure
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| Hardly on time because I’m rarely ever sober
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| My liver barely works think a nigga need a donor
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| I’m bi-polar, a high loner
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| And I’m over getting paid in likes and views twice over
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| If she a fan then I might pretend that I know her
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| I drink away my hangover
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| Double after double until the fucking pain over
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| Man I been the type of nigga that ain’t staying sober
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| You the type to ride around in daddies Range Rover
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| Everybody been a snake but I’m a king cobra
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| You can come inside my place but you ain’t staying over
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| I ride around town like a young rap god quit biting my sound
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| I don’t got to write down, I’m the god of my sound
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| I been out my mind, trapped inside my trap house
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| I’m running outta time
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| Lets dial another bottle before I realize I’m broke
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| I’m a drug addict parents didn’t see the signs |