| Grandma always told me not to worry
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| Keep your weapons sharp, practice fighting after dark
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| Not to rush and don’t you hurry
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| Smile when the rain come cause the pain gets buried
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| And ain’t no girl good enough for you until you 30
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| So, make that money son
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| I know we come from, humble means
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| Tore up jeans, dusty shacks, lima beans
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| See the world gone need a double dose of you, show you true
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| Kiss her cheek
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| Hit the door
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| Make them scream, Monsters Inc
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| See I done came a long way from a sheet
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| In a closet with a beat, ceiling pockets with a leak
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| And tryna get this off me by the middle of the week
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| I hear them talking shit but they ain’t talking to me, so discrete
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| They say I gotta, anger problem I gotta, thinking problem
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| I try to, solve it often but nada
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| Motivation, I mixed that with some pussy and some vodka
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| Destinations, I spin the globe and tell you pick a spotta
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| You faker than them Pradas, I take it you’s a scholar
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| Yo life been a whole role that you picked up from Shottas
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| You selling that oh no
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| I got that pookie product
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| So the next time that you blow my dick be sure to use bravado
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| My bad I know my accent, hard for you to swallow, but your girlfriend she do
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| fine
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| Man man she blow my mind
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| And since I’m from Atlanta expectations start to pile up of me pushing some
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| Impala, clubbing weekly till i fall out
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| But ma’am ion do that shit
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| And on my route to Bentley coups I shift through that shit
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| These niggas threw me for a loop I brought the drum pad in
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| Now I’m sitting up front
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| I can’t quit laughing and steady blunt passing
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| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
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| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
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| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
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| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it
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| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
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| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
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| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
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| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it
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| Uh whole fucking generation is abortion survivors
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| Porn oriented minds that was born in the 90s
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| Filled, to the brim with testosterone and lightening
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| But I supposed the critics still gone manage to deny it
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| Fuck it, I don’t trip they ass lick and sniff they upper lip
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| That’s probably why them fuckers struggle recognizing real shit
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| Hey Mr. where you headed
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| I’m just tryna' pay these bills kid
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| And find a bitch that think I’m fucking good enough to live with
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| Though, shacking up is not an option for me
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| Unless I got the option to leave
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| I guess I’m paradoxing, and the problem could be possibly me
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| I earned my doctorate in knocking daddy’s girls to they knees
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| I guess, I’m just another american embarrassment
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| With a freak bitch giggling tryna' tongue-twist a cherry stem
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| B.O.B. |
| is cool but Doc and Venus yeah we scared of them
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| Cause they might drop the truth on these niggas without preparing them
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| Like mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble beg ya pardon
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| General reaction whenever the doctor’s talking
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| At a crux house party standing round feeling awkward
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| We just posted on the wall forever the underdogs
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| I thought it was rather odd when she sucked my cock and balls
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| She kept the semen in her mouth and spit it in a jar, eeeew
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| Save it for a rainy day I guess
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| Unless the forecast claim the clouds will come tomorrow
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| How 'bout it
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| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
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| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
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| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
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| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it
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| Used to roll them zig-zags, now I just boil it
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| Do this so my mama never have to wash them toilets
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| Life is full of bullshit, you should press record then
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| Keep the script up off the table they gone try to spoil it |