| Like one sitting in a love seat
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| Life is lonely and incomplete
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| Like one sitting in a love seat
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| Life is lonely and incomplete
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| Yeah, this rough rap’s a hub cat
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| In my entire, I pop off, with a better handle than hot sauce
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| I get them clipped like a mob boss, the rap villain
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| I get it cracking with a 5th of Henny black chillin
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| I get in action when I sprinkle in the back feeling
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| And get a match and light it up and make a rap killing
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| I’m back dealing, a daily dose of the dope that they crave the most
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| I’m that different
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| Something new I’m the vision you see when you coming through
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| I’m the obstacle you dream of running through
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| Can’t do it, you fuck up crews and toast booze
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| So I hold the 4, like a couch potato with a house full of yayo
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| Protect my dope at all cost
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| The price of your doubt is failure
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| Like one sitting in a love seat
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| Life is lonely and incomplete
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| Like one sitting in a love seat
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| Life is lonely and incomplete
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| My rap’s rap wrap is the fuck up and set off rage
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| In this whole rap is fire, y’all just lit off astrays
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| Spit bodies, spit homy, should I spit on stage
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| This the realest shit your iPod said all day
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| You said my name address me as one of the best
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| And if you said it sideways, you get one in your chest
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| I’m a homicidal nigga with verses spitting and writing and hearsing
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| You play my shit in reverse, you can hear who I worship
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| The god of the paws, be a new jacker veteran
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| Only my niggas is niggas that I embedded in
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| My late nights got the hype of David Letterman
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| While you guys still hide in the same closet they sexed you in
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| All I ever been is just what you get
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| They ask how I feel to big, I tell them question my dick
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| I’m the answer and the problem if the question is this
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| Who the nicest motherfucker to spit, it’s torae nigga
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| Like one sitting in a love seat
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| Life is lonely and incomplete
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| Like one sitting in a love seat
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| Life is lonely and incomplete |