| Was there to see all of the real raw shit, but you ain’t stay
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| Well, I got— kept it all to myself, you know what I mean? |
| Haha
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| It’s understandable
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| You know exactly who a motherfucker is, though
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| You know exactly who a motherfucker is
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| You could’ve been right here with a motherfucker, but you ain’t wanna be right
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| here with a motherfucker
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| How the fuck you gon' look at me now and try to holler at me like we
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| motherfuckin' friends?
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| You know we ain’t no motherfuckin' friends
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| Yeah, nigga
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| You know how I fuckin' get it
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| I know I ain’t perfect, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Perfect
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| That’s my rider, nigga (808 Mafia)
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| Shawty, ride with me
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| Lord, forgive me, I’ve been on a rampage
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| Grim Reaper ridin' in the Rolls Royce, yeah, yeah
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| Spent a day to sober up, then I popped me one up
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| I can’t pop up when I want with her, she popular
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| I’ve been tryna fight my demons, I’ve been tryna fight my cup
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| I always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough
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| She acceptin' all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut
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| I’ve been sufferin' withdrawals, missin' out on real love
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| Different, you a angel, true to me
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| They gon' try to convince me that it’s different
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| But I know, it’s in my spirit and I can feel it, yeah
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| She don’t bring up when these bitches bein' miserable and typical
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| Take my blood, baby, we goin' digital
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| Thousand dollar ski boots by Perry Ellis
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| And I don’t plan on taking no ski trip, they even drip (Woo)
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| Chanel fanny pack out in Egypt, ain’t no reason
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| Gucci bucket hat for all my heathens
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| Temporary distractions, ain’t no grievin' 'cause they reachin'
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| Copy and they clone what I’m feedin', they be thievin'
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| China white in my home, be strategic, I gotta feed ya
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| Grind up on my own 'cause I see how they mistreat me
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| Don’t you let 'em turn you on me, I see it, I can peep it
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| Pill like white Patron, I can see it, you conceited
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| Talkin' on the phone, and yeah, my tone mischievous
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| Plastic or the chrome, whatever we need to keep us heated
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| Canary yellow stone, girl, shine on my demons
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| I feel it in my bones when you takin' out my semen
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| I purchased a couple Cashmere sweaters this evening
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| Take you for a walk in the park like a deacon
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| Half a ticket, pullin' up on you and mamacita
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| Give you the keys in her face to show her how I treat you
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| I’m takin' you out on dinner dates, got Franklins like Aretha
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| Trained in the war zone, codeine in my one liter
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| Pain in my attitude, it’s vicious and it’s lethal
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| Came off the avenue and ran into a diva
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| Broken-hearted, baby had me down, had to get you
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| You out the garden, baby, I’m from the jungle with the leeches
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| Clouded my lungs up and I slowly started speakin'
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| Rain, thunderin', showin' you grace for this meetin'
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| Givin' you compliments throughout that day and the weekend
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| Fall in love with revenge, hopin' that’ll kill my demons
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| Sittin' out on my porch, I’m in disbelief
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| Give me glory, give me Lori, that’s victory
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| I’m gonna drop your name, is it chemistry?
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| Fuck this money and fame if it’s meant to be
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| Like a rock star showin' up at a symphony
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| Rock hard, pissin' on my enemy
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| Fuck 'em all, we don’t show 'em sympathy
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| Her favorite color blue, I bought her Tiffany
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| Out the trap spot, I got my dope degree
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| They persuaded me, they gon' try to persuade you, believe
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| Had laid it and played it and stayed in it for weeks
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| Mistakes like earthquakes, they can’t break us a piece
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| I’m not Catholic but had to have a talk with the priest
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| Acrobatic flips, gettin' European cash 'cross the seat
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| It’s so radical, automatic-al, I’m knowin' we elite
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| Fascinated by the lifestyle, you know it bring greed
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| Fascinated by your fiestiness, okay
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| Fascinated over your crisis, it’s warfare
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| When we roll one, we converse, we like orphans
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| Coast to coast, float the ocean like a starfish
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| Check my post, I’ma toast to the heartless
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| That’s why I’m prayin' for better days on this continent
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| I don’t need a ghost to write my promises
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| You boost my confidence
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| Lord, forgive me, I’ve been on a rampage
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| Grim Reaper ridin' in the Rolls Royce, yeah, yeah
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| Spent a day to sober up, then I popped me one up
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| I can’t pop up when I want with her, she popular
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| I’ve been tryna fight my demons, I’ve been tryna fight my cup
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| I always tell her she my therapy, I told her it was rough
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| She acceptin' all my flaws, I got diamonds with the cut
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| I’ve been sufferin' withdrawals, missin' out on real love |