| Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, doesn’t that sound like gunshots?
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| I just got this runtz runtz pack got my eyes low
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| Got no time to run the street
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| I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah
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| I bought a home in the suburb
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| I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there
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| Police harassing me like every other night
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| Won’t you let me just live my motherfucking life
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| Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
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| I know it’s 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice
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| My lil' shooter in the jam, I’m tryna get him home
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| I can’t even talk 'bout murder with him on the phone
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| Okay, he know he not with it but he talk violent in his song
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| If we catch him, we gon' zip him, leave his body with a stone
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| I got my fire in my lungs, you gon' see fire when I blow
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| Why they call 'em kut da fan on 'cause that fire what he tote
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| I got shooters on commando, they still sliding if I’m wrong
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| Help me try to understand more why I’m dying for your love
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| Please, I put my heart right on my sleeve
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| Even if I dogged you, still don’t want you to leave
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| And I ain’t got no time to run no bitch down
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| I ain’t even got no time to run the street
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| I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah
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| I bought a home in the suburb
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| I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there
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| Police harassing me like every other night
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| Won’t you let me just live my motherfucking life
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| Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
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| I know it’s 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice
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| Flooded my neck up with ice, police told me, «Freeze»
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| She told me that she in love, I don’t know what it mean
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| How we leave a nigga stanking spraying like Febreeze?
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| I don’t care 'bout no fucking rain, it’s still gon' make 'em bleed
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| You popping just because of me, lil' nigga, you my son
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| Don’t tell me you love me 'cause I don’t do no love
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| Do no reminiscing, fuck remember what it was
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| I just know 'bout what it is and that’s just what it’s gonna be
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| Niggas tryna copy, they just wannabe
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| That lil' ho just a body, she mean nothing to me
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| I ain’t tryna make no gang, let’s build the economy
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| Me and you niggas not the same
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| Got no time to run the street
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| I packed my bags up then hit the road, yeah
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| I bought a home in the suburb
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| I walk out the house, feel like I don’t belong there
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| Police harassing me like every other night
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| Won’t you let me just live my motherfucking life
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| Okay, okay, mean hoes, they talk to me nice
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| I know it’s 'cause I flooded my neck up with ice |