| Got some money down in spawn
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| They made my friends drop
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| Like this Minecraft
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| Paper make the pain stop
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| You’re just a bitch
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| You were passing
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| Working Game-Stop
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| I ain’t no
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| You touch me
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| You get your brain
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| My daddy told me
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| Never do the dirty work
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| That’s why I pay my goons
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| To come and shoot up
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| Where your mama works
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| So much fuckin' money
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| Hold my bag
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| My back hurts
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| Your bitch really loves me
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| You can go and ask her
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| Tell that bitch to block me
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| I really can’t stand her
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| Always tryin' to hit me
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| I ghost her like Casper
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| You should come and thank me
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| 'Cause I could’ve been at her
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| You think that I hate you
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| But you’re never a factor
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| Oh
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| Oh
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| money make the pain stop
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| this paper make the bank
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| I ain’t a natural hustler
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| All of this paper spent around me
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| I want to take it, cut it up
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| Imagine if I couldn’t run it up
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| Imagine if all this paper found me
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| I want to take your pay and drown it
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| They want to call me, well I’m not here
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| Throwing them into the top gear
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| Recording when it ain’t bringing them all in
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| Off of the mountain, seeing me fallin'
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| Had a sip off the dirtiest fountain
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| Why am I up when I’m supposed to be drowning
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| Dirt on me and I scrub it
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| change and this really won’t cut it
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| Really just gonna say «Fuck it!»
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| I’ve been thinking 'bout kicking the bucket
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| I’m alone for too many years
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| All of my fears, they’re hitting me up
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| off of my pills
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| I thought I was showing them love
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| I’m already lonely
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| You can’t show me I’m already at fault
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| I know that money won’t solve it
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| Maybe it will
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| It’s just what I’m told
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| I’ve been on my big brain
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| Big head, big plans with the red
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| it’s a bleak day
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| See my shadow in the thick rain
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| To hell with the whip
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| That’s how you know I’m trying to get paid
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| When they’re all tying to lose it
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| You can see my shadow in the thick rain |