| Gave a fuck, they told me where to store it
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| Bitches be drop, they gorgeous booties stick out like horses
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| A creepy notion, notice the flow is scorchin'
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| Lower the blindin' spark to eliminate these voices
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| Can’t tell if its heaven or hell, better than sleepin' in cells
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| Brushin' your teeth with a stick is leavin' the smell
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| I smile, puff the blunt, leave a thirsty chick in a well
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| You’ll lose yo' hair runnin' through the brush chasin' these tails no love
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| I’m cold like my toes growin' up po'
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| Compare us to ghosts 'cause niggas don’t be livin' no mo'
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| A million images but no vision they shrinkin' the scope
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| And ain’t nobody preachin' my nigga we here for the dough
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| So muhfuck a critic, they just don’t know
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| These niggas ain’t got no face
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| So now they screamin' man get back in the boat
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| And I be lurkin' fo' a yam through the streets for a quote
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| Pack my bow like I’m headed on vacation meditatin'
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| A small conciliation, my niggas ain’t got no patience
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| So they sit irate, impatience
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| I hope you there that faithful day my heartbeat gets complacent
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| My people build a barge and push me off into the lake and wish me bon voyage
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| My shrink be tellin' me I should not think like this at all
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| And then I told him spring got it’s confidence from fall
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| Feelin' like we got me conquering 'em all
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| Paranoid report cards
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| ARs that don’t
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| Packed you brothers packs
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| feed the cause
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| Easier wrapped stack then filled up with the gauze
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| Pretty she 'bout the L well fill up with Nas
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| And maybe I’ll let her put her pretty feet on my loins
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| I asked my nigga what he thought was heaven
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| He said a place where he could crash the six
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| And probably end up with the seventh
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| Where he ain’t got to keep a clip inside the Mac 11
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| And he could hit it raw and won’t expect a call like
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| Yo I’m pregnant, I guess he feel that’s sorta like a death wish
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| A child unexpected, won’t have him spendin' money on onesies
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| Instead of throwin' ones on that thick chick named Alexis
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| Then hop in that new Lexus, do 100 on expresses
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| How many ways can I express this
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| Life is shorter than a broke nigga’s necklace
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| And that car you travel in you only get one of
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| So make sure you don’t wreck it
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| 'Cause every tick tock could be yo' last second
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| So sync yo' wristwatch if you happen to get the message
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| Sometimes you gotta look in the mirror to answer questions
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| Sometimes you gotta go against fear to reach yo' destiny
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| 'Cause anything worth havin' probably ain’t free
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| And if it ain’t worth havin' it probably ain’t me
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| Quality over quantity, learned that from a OG
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| Lightin' tree a quarter to 3 in a Chevy Caprice
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| That was back in high school tryna bag this cold piece
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| And the game ain’t changed the stacks just increase
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| And now my old worries is now my new laughs
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| And I’m still tryna turn this old dolla to some new cash
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| They give me a reason to celebrate 'cause these niggas is so shady
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| And the hoes is hella fake, type of shit that keep me up at night
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| What can I do my nigga this is life
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| And so I write
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| I looked her in her eyes, promised her paradise
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| She probably thought I was lyin' and that’s why she left me
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| So now I’m in the land of milk and honey by myself
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| Feeing stupid, stupid as suspenders with a belt
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| Dependin' on all my sin to make my virtue cool
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| Like close your eyes God I know you wouldn’t approve
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| Felt the breeze when he replied like
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| Damn c’mon dude you know you better than the moves that you put yourself through
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| I made you brilliant, I made you talented and handsome
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| And you got the fuckin' nerve to destroy what I built?
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| Nigga you sick? |
| Is that why you popped all them pills?
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| You know yo' momma shed tears for the way that you live
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| At this point in my life, my pride was kinda outta hand
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| So I hit the brakes parked the whip and hopped the fuck out
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| Snatched God out the passenger like what you talkin' 'bout
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| He punched me in the mouth the blood is what you hearin' now
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| The club just lettin' out with all type of gorgeous women
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| Goin' home with slimy niggas that’ll make his mother proud
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| And make her father scowl, he wasted his time raisin' a dime
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| For nickel dick to get all in yo' mouth
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| But its cool we ain’t judging, we ain’t' jury, we ain’t bailiff
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| But still it ain’t no changin' what we witness doe
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| And nothin' last forever 'cept the guarantee that nothin' will
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| Still I bet you niggas don’t forget it though
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| It’s funny, how niggas say its funny when they realize some shit That don’t
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| really have no humor at all
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| And its none of my business what you do with yo' thoughts
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| But, if I cross yo' mind while you talkin' to God
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| Tell him my brain’s fucked up and I’m tired
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| Tell him that I seen it all and tell him that I’m blind
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| Tell him that the people called, they wanna get behind
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| Some honesty and wisdom and he told me that it’s time
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| I made you the oldest, so you could be Moses and make the 3rd Testament the
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| next time you smokin'
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| I made you the oldest, so you could keep growin' and make the 3rd Testament the
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| next time you smokin' |