| Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
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| Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
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| Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
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| Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
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| They don't make enough paper
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| All this stream of thought spilling off my notebook
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| And they don't make the sane type anymore
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| All my homies got problems and
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| We self medicate
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| What'd you do today?
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| I stared at my phone for hours
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| Since the city's fucked
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| Why don't we twist one up
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| Stretch out, hmm, hmm
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| They can't take our gold fronts away
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| Let 'em shine
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| They can't take our gold fronts away
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| Let 'em shine (Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm)
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| They don't make enough days in a month
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| I got plans and they're all piled up (Ooh-ooh, yeah)
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| And I think this year had a personal vendetta
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| There's always 2031
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| We self medicate
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| What'd you do today?
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| I stared at my phone for hours
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| Since the city's fucked
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| Why don't we twist one up
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| Stretch out, out, ooh-ooh
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| They can't take our gold fronts away
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| Let 'em shine
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| Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, hey, hey
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| They can't take our gold fronts away (They can't take my gold fronts away)
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| Let 'em shine
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| They can't take our gold fronts away
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| Let 'em shine (They can't take my gold fronts away)
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| Oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Hmm, hmm (They can't take my gold fronts away)
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| Hmm-hmm, they can't take (They can't take my gold fronts away), they can't take our, no
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| They can't take our gold fronts away, yeah, oh, oh, oh
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| They can't take my gold fronts
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| They can't take these white cups that I just poured up
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| They can't take these gold teeth
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| They can't take this gold leaf that I just rolled up
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| They can't take my gold blunt
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| Can't tape my bullet holes up
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| Can't take my close up
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| They can't break my hoes up
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| They can't break these shoulders
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| Or make my quota
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| And I'm the one they take their notes from
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| The one they try to take their flow from
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| And if they drip, then I'm the one that it all flows from
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| Silence of the Lamb, don't wake this GOAT up
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| They can't take the same road up
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| They can't take when I roll up
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| With both my doors up
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| They can't take all these chokers
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| The gold one, the yellow gold, white gold, nor the rose one
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| Can't break all these boulders I broke up
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| New one make me hate my old one
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| New bae ate my soul up
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| Type of shit make me fold up
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| But I'm still ho-hum, I just can't take it slow, huh?
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| I just can't fake it, no front
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| It's me and Fousheé
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| They just can't take this cold front
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| They just can't take my gold fronts
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| And this is golden
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| I'm like, "Hold up
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| No one can take my gold fronts away
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| No one can take my gold fronts away" |