| Bitch, I’m the man, holmes
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| I’m talkin' 'bout ooh
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| Ridin' with a woo, I’m talkin' 'bout ooh
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| Can’t you see?
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| He been in his bag, don’t care what you think
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| I tried to put my feet in and fell in too deep
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| I be fightin' demons, they won’t let me go to sleep
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| You my nigga, you my nigga, can’t never we compete
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| I ain’t never wanna leave
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| I know it’s levels to the street, you play the ladder, rest in peace
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| I got shovels for the smoke, I don’t dig what they be tweetin'
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| Sometimes you gotta let it go, grip the trigger and release
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| Hit and then repeat (Hit it up)
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| Spin 'til they retreat (Spin somethin')
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| Hundreds, fifties, twenties
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| No friends, just M’s for me
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| And I’m really startin' to think God ain’t make no bitch for me
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| I be tearin' up the lane now, got a brand new Infiniti
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| On Kev, you no fuckin' dime, ho, is you gon' ride?
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| In his life, he dealt with so much lies, why he broke inside
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| He be thinkin' that his right is wrong and his wrong is right
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| I be poppin' all these fuckin' pills, but can’t swallow my pride
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| Gon' explode just from all this shit that he hold inside
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| Rolling stone, he up 'til the morning, can’t even close his eyes
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| I lost my nigga, wish it was a game, he could be revived
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| All he wanted to live it up with me, but now he ain’t alive
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| Hit my knees, I be tryna pray, tryna talk to God
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| But I don’t even be knowin' what to say, I just wonder why
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| I wonder why real ones gotta die, fake always survive
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| Hotboii, live up to my name, watch me open fire
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| Can’t you see?
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| He been in his bag, don’t care what you think
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| I tried to put my feet in and fell in too deep
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| I be fightin' demons, they won’t let me go to sleep
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| You my nigga, you my nigga, can’t never we compete
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| I ain’t never wanna leave
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| I know it’s levels to the street, you play the ladder, rest in peace
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| I got shovels for the smoke, I don’t dig what they be tweetin'
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| Sometimes you gotta let it go, grip the trigger and release
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| Gotta let it go, and you better score
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| When they freed Lil Mikey, they released an animal
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| Don’t indict me, I don’t like it bein' away from my lil' one
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| I’m the opposite of psychic, is you real? |
| I never know
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| I could cop a K every day if I want
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| Stop tryna rip my way, hit my lane, run 'em over
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| I found my own wave, ain’t ask for you to put me on
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| I know I came a long way, but if I didn’t, would you be gone?
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| Bae, would you be gone? |
| Did it on my own
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| Ain’t did this on my own, I did it with my folks
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| I did it with my team, did it with my bros
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| Ayy, what the fuck you mean? |
| Everybody on
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| Ran it up with me, family with my bros
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| When I look up the team, everybody broke
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| Everybody starvin', bein' broke hard
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| Keep that ho there hoein', lil' bitch everybody broad
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| Can’t you see?
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| He been in his bag, don’t care what you think
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| I tried to put my feet in and fell in too deep
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| I be fightin' demons, they won’t let me go to sleep
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| You my nigga, you my nigga, can’t never we compete
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| I ain’t never wanna leave
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| I know it’s levels to the street, you play the ladder, rest in peace
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| I got shovels for the smoke, I don’t dig what they be tweetin'
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| Sometimes you gotta let it go, grip the trigger and release |