| It’s Ground up
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| So you know you gotta say what up to Bij
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| He wanted me to tell y’all
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| That he got his heart in this shit
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| That we all got our heart in this shit
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| Still racing man
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| She wanna quite but she don’t know how
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| And I ain’t talking about her nicotine addiction
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| She ain’t lost but the best I’ve found
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| And when I talk she don’t ever seem to listen
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| And she know I’m working hard no cig breaks
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| Said she want to spend time
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| And she don’t care about my mix tape
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| But a dream is a dream
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| No matter how long it may take
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| And she don’t understand, she just want a man
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| She jealous of my pen cause she wanna' hold my hand
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| But as a boy I was taught to hold it in
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| And now I role it up
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| I made her feel down
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| I was never showing up
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| I used to grab her waist
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| And now I hold her cup
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| It must have been your fate
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| To teach me how to love
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| And now she’s throwing plates
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| To teach me how to duck
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| Fuck
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| She gets mad when I’m smoking in the house
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| She says she can’t breath
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| So she put a nigga out (out)
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| And that hurt
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| But uh
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| This is girls… |
| Nah this is bad bitches
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| Who smoke cigarettes
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| What’s good |