| Said he can’t pay me
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| I did a 180
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| You better get it sorted before you make a order
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| Cause a nigga aura glow big
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| Left the premises and had a premonition
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| That a nigga finna hit a lick
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| Been going through the motions, through the ups and downs
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| And I still smile in this bitch
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| Been frustrated but I don’t hate it
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| Got a lot to give, way more to live
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| And I’m still with all the shits
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| Addicted, I got a itch
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| Scratch it, take a sniff
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| Smell how the hell I live
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| Got it out the mud, I don’t quit
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| I’m true to me, no angles
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| I’m real direct with my aim, fool
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| I hold it down for my city, it’s like a small town
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| A community truly tryna get it, gotta give us credit
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| You boys get edge ups and cologne, niggas looking like clones
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| Smoke oil like AutoZone
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| Taylor D. with me, THC in me
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| Can’t believe I did it on my own
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| Since knee high, I been grown
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| Own up to it if you do it
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| Don’t hide behind all the lies
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| Y’all boys wearing a disguise
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| I see through it, I despise
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| What’s done in dark comes to the light every time
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| More than ever I’m ready to sever all the ties
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| Ladies, go ahead, call em out
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| Fellas, go ahead, call em out
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| Put the bullshit to bed
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| Grab the bull by the reigns
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| Ain’t no need to live in shame
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| I got friends that hurt you more than they claim
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| Ex-friends and there ain’t no need to say they name
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| If the shoe fits, wear it, nigga, grin and bear it
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| This ain’t for merits or awareness
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| I speak how I’m feeling
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| If i got cash and I got ass but we don’t split the bill
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| If I got class but I come last, then we got to cut the deal
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| If you’re home, all alone, while I’m working for it
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| I don’t want to share it
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| I’m not tryna grin and bear it |