| It’s a facade
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| gyal if I’m not so east I’m west
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| From the body look what I have, know you have to God bless
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| Ah, these niggas must be shittin' me
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| Are you kiddin' me? |
| Physically, mentally send me shots
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| I feel like they can’t injure me, my finesse to infinity
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| How these niggas pretend to be?
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| I been carryin' this since inception, nigga, remember me?
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| Hoppin' out wild since 2011
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| Smokin' weed, dirty heathen, how I’m gon' learn a lesson?
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| His back snap, leave him back flat with no further stressin'
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| Still tryna figure if this passion is curse or blessin'
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| The man is savage, back at it
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| Gas is back, fumin'
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| Back to back caps, no Metro, soon boomin'
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| Why run from it? |
| I can fuckin' shoot through it
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| I’ma smoke 'em down to ash and brush it off, a new human
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| I swear I been doin' this shit for too long
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| If you think I’m losin' my shit, you too wrong
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| On my too-high-to-give-a-fuck-what-you-on
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| Tappin' in a new wave, and my rag is two-tone, ya dig?
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| Now, I be goin' through shit, be havin' a lot on my mind
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| But I’m so used to this shit, don’t you worry about me, I’m fine
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| I get finicky, get sick when I’m not out on my grind
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| So I been workin' like a servant, watch my daughters recline
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| Recline never, I’m better, pleasure when apply pressure
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| Multiply my endeavors, I don’t think I die ever
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| Livi-livin' like a screenplay, every single weekday
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| On the boulevard breakin' your dreams like Green Day
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| Really in the action, y’all niggas best watch the replay, no inglés
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| Put him in a sling, wait comprende, comprende?
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| No inglés I put 'em in a…
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| I swear I been doin' this shit for too long
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| If you think I’m losin' my shit, you too wrong
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| On my too-high-to-give-a-fuck-what-you-on
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| Tappin' in a new wave, and my rag is two-tone, ya dig me?
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| Ya dig me? |