| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Listen
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| Yeah, so alone
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| Break a window when you throw a stone
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| Dogs roam when you throw a bone
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| I’m different, boss flow with a lower tone
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| Yeah, they wishing me
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| Wishing me bad, dissing me
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| Say I’m diss and I’m dat, sick of me
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| But I just look in the bag and it tickles me
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| Yeah, just laugh at 'em
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| Yeah, nigga, this is our pattern
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| Dance while we’re throwing darts at 'em
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| Our planet, this is our Saturn
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| Goddamn I’m a GOAT
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| I’ll be damned if I do and I’ll be damned if I don’t
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| Banged up a yute then got a gram of the smoke
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| Hollow handles the booth and wash his hands with soap
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| How I’m tryna prove myself again?
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| I’ve shown both my hands and nothing left
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| And I’ve been running miles trying to please them
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| Instead I’m doing miles in this new whip
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| People want to say that I’ve been lurking
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| You talk your shit online but not in person
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| The only time I hide behind a curtain
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| Is when I’m on the stage because I’m working
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| I’ll be damned if I do
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| And I’ll be damned if I care or even try and care to
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| The snakes giving out the biggest hugs, I’m poisonous too
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| I’ll choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo
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| Writing captions not hits, ah, that’s all that you do
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| It’s eye for an eye, I swear to God I thought that you knew
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| This last supper had me hanging out with Judas and crew
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| At least they said the thank you’s when I paid for the bill
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| Yeah, so advanced
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| There’s less chance when you swim with sharks
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| The best part’s when I’m in a trance
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| Blowing sess plants while I’m in the bath
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| And my blessed heart’s always in the art
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| They’re just assholes and in your ass
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| I just can’t get that out my head
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| Yeah, I just can’t put that in the past
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| Levelling
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| The nigga’s a snake, severed him
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| The biggest debate, over melanin
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| Yeah, that nigga’s a bitch, feminine
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| You really slackers
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| First they backin' niggas then attack us
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| Feds just pull us over then harass us
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| First they lure us and then they trap us
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| Wanna ruin man and then they rap us
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| What you doing fam? |
| You moving crackers
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| Niggas tired and they moving knackered
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| Yeah, I’m tired, absolutely shattered
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| Yeah, yeah, I pick up the fibs
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| Niggas lying but I don’t wanna fist up their ribs
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| Yeah, I’m flying out, I just wanna pick up the jibs
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| Quickly flying back 'cause I gotta pick up the kids
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| Talking old school, dem man used to stick up the cribs
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| Gunshot, talking 'bout a fist up with Giggs
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| Early when man used to diss up the pigs
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| Niggas babies and they need to pick up the bibs
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| Send me for your talks
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| Where’s the contract? |
| Penny for your thoughts
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| Lemme do my dance, yeah, you ain’t got any sauce
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| Goddamn, I’ma run it
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| I’ll be damned if I don’t and I’ll be damned when I done it
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| Strangle the yute and quickly banged in the stomach
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| Got the mandem with me and they’re the maddest and dumbest
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| How I’m tryna prove myself again?
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| I’ve shown both my hands and nothing left
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| And I’ve been running miles trying to please them
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| Instead I’m doing miles in this new whip
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| People want to say that I’ve been lurking
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| You talk your shit online but not in person
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| The only time I hide behind a curtain
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| Is when I’m on the stage because I’m working
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| I’ll be damned if I do
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| And I’ll be damned if I care or even try and care to
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| The snakes giving out the biggest hugs, I’m poisonous too
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| I’ll choke you on your words and spin them on my next record, boo
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| Writing captions not hits, ah, that’s all that you do
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| It’s eye for an eye, I swear to God I thought that you knew
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| This last supper had me hanging out with Judas and crew
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| At least they said the thank you’s when I paid for the bill |