| I put, them on, the wave
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| But today I’m feelin' washed
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| And off, my game
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| Today, I feel, my age
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| I feel so ancient
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| They say Asian don’t raisin
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| Went from young and the dangerous
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| To making all of my payments
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| When I get wasted as shit
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| It take two days to get fixed
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| They ask me whats your skin regiment
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| Bitch I drank like a fish
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| I done did everything, anything all in my teens
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| Uppers and downers, and all in between
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| Gave lovers the boot
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| And given them rings
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| From baggy to skinny
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| With all of my jeans
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| 15 seconds of shine
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| Turn into six seconds on the vine
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| Now its real fake in real time
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| Acting hella extra on their live (stupid!)
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| Little homie flexin' that’s cute
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| They see my mural, like «That's you!»
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| Old man but everything brand new
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| Better cuff yo girl I still pull
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| I mind my business, y’all start wars
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| I’m Michael Jackson eatin' popcorn
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| But keep testin' and talk more
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| I’ll send that ass to the chalkboard
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| I put, them on, the wave
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| But today I’m feelin' washed
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| And off, my game
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| And I feel my age
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| Never played it S-A-F-E
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| And I never let it stress me
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| Shoot my shot like Smith and Wesson
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| Up until they come arrest me
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| They keeping up the pace
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| But nothing stays the same
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| Yesterday I rage, but today I feel my age
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| What’s my age again, umm
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| What’s your name again, hmm
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| Used to open up, now the main event
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| If I could rage again than I would
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| Go and peep the ATM, look
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| Yea I feed the fam like I should
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| I still represent the same hood
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| I’ll forever, ever, stay put, KTOWN!
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| A and r’d the hardest artist
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| But you’d never know cause I’m modest
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| True I never signed on the dotted
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| But came out the game cum laude
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| Dearly departed
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| Y’all were like hot for a minute
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| But you wasn’t on it
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| Shoulda been honest
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| You were so busy
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| Just lookin' at comments
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| Runnin' through thotties
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| And ran into problems
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| Still don’t have a Lambo
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| But I’m eatin' well at Nandos
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| Walk in clubs with my sandals
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| Pull some strings like it’s a banjo
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| I could prolly clear a sample
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| Old enough to be a sample
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| I just want a couple thank you’s
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| And watch them bow down to my ankles
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| I put, them on, the wave
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| But today I’m feelin' washed
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| And off, my game
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| And I feel my age
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| Never played it S-A-F-E
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| And I never let it stress me
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| Shoot my shot like Smith and Wesson
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| Up until they come arrest me
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| They keeping up the pace
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| But nothing stays the same
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| Yesterday I rage, but today I feel my age
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| If they forget my name
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| Wouldn’t feel no type of way
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| Smile upon my face
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| But today I feel my age
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| Did what I came to do
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| Got nothing left to prove
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| I’m cashing out my youth
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| But today, I feel, my age |