| Look at what I’ve become
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| Look what you made me
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| Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy
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| She give me face, she’s facety
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| Saviour, product of slavery
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| Prayed up, protect my safety
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| Can’t throw no shade or shade me
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| Why are you so snakey?
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| Look at what I’ve become
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| Look what you made me
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| Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy
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| She give me face, she’s facety
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| Saviour, product of slavery
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| Prayed up, protect my safety
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| Can’t throw no shade or shade me
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| Why are you so snakey?
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| Ugly but I’m not Hus
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| I’m fuckery, I’m nuts
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| Say they love me, that’s lies
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| I won’t see them after they’re up
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| The pressure took me by surprise
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| Tell me, did you care once?
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| Every time I want answers, they pass the buck
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| It’s peak when I start to cuss
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| Fuck these rappers and their fake wars
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| I’ve got family members going straight corpse
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| When you give, people take more
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| Get to action 'cause I hate talk
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| Said they’re on me, they ain’t sure
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| Tryna get it for a great cause
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| Pave ways and I break doors
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| Escape Jakes and we break laws
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| Back on a flex
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| They thought I fell off and thought I was upset
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| Bro you want a bet?
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| I’m still with the set
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| I chill in the trench
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| Sipping this Henny 'cause all of these memories
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| They’re hurting my head
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| I can’t lie, shit’s getting me vexed
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| Gotta pay bands for the style and flex
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| Got a bad one and she like the sex
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| True say man’s crud from young, been a threat
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| Six foot three, how could I not take your girl?
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| But I’ve got one, I don’t rate your girl
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| It’s Gucci for her if it ain’t Chanel
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| And she don’t want this D if it ain’t Israel’s
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| She’s gotta hold this tail
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| Godly flow, I drank from the holy grail
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| They tried to send shots but they slowly failed
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| Look at what I’ve become
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| Look what you made me
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| Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy
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| She give me face, she’s facety
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| Saviour, product of slavery
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| Prayed up, protect my safety
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| Can’t throw no shade or shade me
|
| Why are you so snakey?
|
| Look at what I’ve become
|
| Look what you made me
|
| Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy
|
| She give me face, she’s facety
|
| Saviour, product of slavery
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| Prayed up, protect my safety
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| Can’t throw no shade or shade me
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| Why are you so snakey?
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| Look at what I’ve become
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| Look what you made me
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| We’ve got packs like the eighties
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| I pray we get home safely
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| Smoke trees, I feel lazy
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| Niggas hate way too much lately
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| When you see Mase
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| Then you see a Mercedes
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| Or maybe a slider
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| It’s the fact that I’m fire
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| Bros in the back with a bag
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| It’s a wap not a lighter
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| When you arch like that I swear it gets tighter
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| Her arse fat and I love vagina, I dive inside her
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| I bust a nut and now I feel lighter
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| And I’m still in the hood
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| But every ting’s good
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| Cah I’m a survivor
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| Bully the ting
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| I’m going in
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| I’m with the mob
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| When I’m stepping right in
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| I know she like it and I’m on my ting
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| One night with it, that’s hella piping
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| Look at what I’ve become
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| Look what you made me
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| Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy
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| She give me face, she’s facety
|
| Saviour, product of slavery
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| Prayed up, protect my safety
|
| Can’t throw no shade or shade me
|
| Why are you so snakey?
|
| Look at what I’ve become
|
| Look what you made me
|
| Gotta stay up 'cause we going, crazy
|
| She give me face, she’s facety
|
| Saviour, product of slavery
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| Prayed up, protect my safety
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| Can’t throw no shade or shade me
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| Why are you so snakey? |