| Money, power, pussy, fame; |
| it don’t mean nothing
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| Never feel an ounce of shame, it don’t mean nothing
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| Tell me what you came before you came to this Earth
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| Tell me who you worshipped before they came with the church
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| I don’t want no artificial
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| I don’t flaunt no artificial
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| I don’t need no artificial
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| I don’t, flaunt no
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| Artificial ends, at the age to separate the homies from the friends
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| When shit hit the fan and show you blood from the kin
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| And my family always kept a tool by the lamp
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| Druggies gettin' started, it’s a party 4 AM
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| Everybody need me now, knee-high to grasshopper
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| But the family always looking up the hill
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| Put the city on my shoulders (whoa)
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| Put my baby on my shoulders, now it’s an event
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| I can’t get a break from nothin'
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| I might smoke a whole eighth then mush my whole face inside some blow
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| (Still I can’t feel nothin')
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| You know I’m gon' hurt you 'fore you know it, 'fore you love me you should go
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| Tell me what you want from me
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| Ooh you know I’m psychic, I don’t like it when you try to hide the hoax
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| 'Cause we ain’t got shit in common
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| We ain’t got shit in common, tell me why the fuck you 'round me
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| I don’t want no artificial
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| I don’t flaunt no artificial
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| I don’t need no artificial
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| I don’t, flaunt no
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| (Artificial ends)
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| I beat the Sun in the morning
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| I make you stop what you doing and turn you into an employee (below me)
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| He be busy with the W-9
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| I ain’t picky, I just know what I like
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| Ain’t no nigga really fuckin' with Doc
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| Always got it in the back of my mind
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| I prefer to keep them thoughts to myself
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| Execution over explanation
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| How can what I’m doin' help the family
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| And all that other shit is unrelated
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| Ooh, ok, I like what you did there
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| I might vanish and reappear
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| When you cut the fugazi shit
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| You really should be yourself
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| I know that ain’t saying much, but you don’t be saying shit
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| I spent my life turning pain into power
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| I keep a reservation on a cloud
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| Built a foundation, fuck being found
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| Whole rotation knockin' them down
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| Hope gave birth to all this hype
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| I just might leave this world alive
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| But for the life of me, I don’t know why all these niggas around (who's you?)
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| You not my partner, not my homie, not my bro (hell nah)
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| Feel like you know me, yeah I know but no you don’t
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| Pastor knocked me out the church
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| I just pray all my niggas float
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| Higher voices take control
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| These niggas really don’t want no smoke
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| I don’t want no artificial
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| I don’t flaunt no artificial
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| I don’t need no artificial
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| I don’t, flaunt no
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| (Artificial ends)
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| (Artificial ends)
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| I don’t want no artificial
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| I don’t flaunt no artificial
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| I don’t need no artificial
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| I don’t, flaunt no
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| (Artificial ends)
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| Ugh I don’t know what this bitch want
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| Hello
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| Listen, listen, Tashanda
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| Don’t worry about who that is
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| I’m at work
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| Yea my no good ass at work
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| What you say, aw I don’t do no drivin' around here
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| I’m getting paid bitch, I’m getting paid
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| Look, you sound like a hater
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| You’se a hater, you’se a hater
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| Ain’t they paying for that pussy
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| Damn I can’t go pick him up right now
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| I’m at work
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| You out there selling pussy, I can’t call you in the middle of a nigga fucking
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| you and say «go get him»
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| Aight I’m finna go get him
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| I’m finna go get him
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| Fuck out my phone
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| Stupid ass bitch
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| Excuse me, I’m sorry baby but, do you mind
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| I know you don’t give a damn bitch we ridin'
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| Let’s do it
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| I gotta go pick up my child |