| Yeah, chief, get it 'cause we mean it
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| Ease up, free smokin', niggas need it
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| Mask off, mask on, we trick-or-treatin'
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| Back off, stand-offish and anemic
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| Yeah, my nigga Ish, told him it’s a feelin'
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| Blast off, buckshot into my ceilin'
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| Why ain’t nobody tell me I was bleedin'?
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| Please, nobody pinch me out this dream
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| I said peace to my dirty water drinkers
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| Psh, nobody tryna get it clean
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| Why ain’t nobody tell me I was sinkin'?
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| Ain’t nobody tell me I could leave
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| Yeah, we’d win again, seethin' within
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| Seen teeth on the floor, leakin' again
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| We hold the door, uh
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| We build the bridge, we hold the courts
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| Send a cease and desist to your thieves, nigga
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| Please do abort, I could feel when you’re forcin' it
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| Still in a bore riddim
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| Boy, I take the tour chips and go and get some decent decor
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| Is you gon' ribbit or will you jump?
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| Get some more ribbons for the born winners from the jump
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| Niggas don’t listen 'til they whole mission was a bust
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| No sit-up, but it’s crunch time, shootin' in the clutch
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| The midsummer sunshine found me on my ones, face drippin', uh
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| Hate swimmin' through your bloodlines
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| Motherfuck the judge, same goin' to the one time, yeah
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| Come and take a stroll in the mud
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| Dip a toe in it, heard the hammer like a grudge
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| When you holdin' it close, we was on the cusp
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| It was holes in the boat, we ain’t make a fuss
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| Uh, chosen
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| Imprecise words
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| Yeah, chief, get it 'cause we mean it
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| Ease up, free smokin', niggas need it
|
| Mask off, mask on, we trick-or-treatin'
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| Back off, stand-offish and anemic
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| Yeah, my nigga Ish, told him it’s a feelin'
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| Blast off, buckshot into my ceilin'
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| Why ain’t nobody tell me I was bleedin'?
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| Please, nobody pinch me out this dream |