| If you could believe me
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| The city walls are fake they’re so deceiving
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| While all y’all lie wake all through the evening
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| I guess it’s safe to say I’m only sleeping
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| I’m only sleeping
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| Really though
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| Really though
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| I’m really too young to be feeling this old
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| I’m really too high to be feeling this low this low this life
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| I’m really too high to be feeling like
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| Coming down puffin' rocks in the mid of night
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| Can you fucks with a song, did you get it right
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| Oh lord, kick in the door waving that four four four four
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| Put a hundred tracks, gifted when you popular
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| Half the time with your coffee cup
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| With your chips you ain’t got you none
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| With your bitch I just got me some
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| And I ain’t even get violent, told 'ya
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| You ain’t the one like pocket dial
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| 227 who gon stop me now
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| I’ve been gang banging, no cops around
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| Hang tight, you’s a motherfucking grabber
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| You walk it out and that crip just potty mouth
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| I fall in love but I only toss bodies round with my big brother
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| We gon' get some, I’m like trust that
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| Yellin' one love with mad lovers
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| If they want test one, we gon bust back like blah |