| I’m always up, man, I’m hardly ever sleeping
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| Because I’m living now all the things I ever dreamed about
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| They’re sleeping on me like a mattress
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| So I stripe 'em like matches, let 'em burn like ashes
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| I define fire, verses I spit getting me all that I desire
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| If purple my cup, purple my dodge, getting me higher
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| The game changes, I still remain dog
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| Wear chop tees in the hip hop, same color
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| Wayne, nigga, why do worry about the next man?
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| Cause while you’re writing these records I’m writing a check, man
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| So all you pussies jump off my dick
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| Before I pull that Glock40 and come off that click
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| No movies, it’s all action, yeah, I talk that shit
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| But where I’m from, when you talk you gotta walk that shit
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| What you know about lighting the stove, the water boiling up
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| Dropping world cold with the soda cooking the boarder up
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the date
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| I’m sorry for the waiting, but I had to strategize for the ways
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| I’m in the circles around niggas, I got the feel it was dinner time
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| Then part two and I was almost at the finish line
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| I took a break, now I’m back, Guddaville 3
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| I could cut your hands off, I bet you still feel me
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| Still hear back in the days and the Squad mixtape,
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| Just a light smart and shop on my mixtape
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| I’m way harder than y’all rappers, all actors
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| Gone store, popping like five crackers, that’s y’all asses
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| Hold passes, I ain’t miss you enough
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| Cause these principles we’re living by, I’m kicking you out
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| Guddaville 3, I bet these motherfuckers feel me
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| Gotta feel good, I bet these motherfuckers feel me |