| Yeah
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| My grandmomma had high hopes
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| I don’t want to die bro
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| I just spread love and leave this bitch on a high note
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| If we talkin' money then you niggas got my vote
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| The pussy might be good but these bitches is psychos
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| That’s facts, I never sit with twelve and tell info'
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| They run up on you pullin' techs out they Chanel trench coats
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| Bitch, I rep Atlanta like I’m Arthur Blank’s assault rifles
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| Look just like them shits that they shoot off of tanks
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| As we been gettin' money, my memory often draws a blank
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| If it’s beef, Chef Boyar Benton cook all the flakes
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| Yeah, you know the God can’t be boxed in
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| Bitch, I’m in top ten since I was signed with Hopsin
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| Drugs got me 'noyed, I feel like somebody watchin'
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| My circle gettin' small 'cause I feel like somebody plottin'
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| I lost a good friend who was sniffin' up oxycontin
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| Wish I knew you was depressed, now you stiff in that box, rottin'
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| I play the tough guy like I wasn’t suppressing fears
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| Thought I wasn’t good enough 'cause I wasn’t impressing peers
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| Now it’s fuck a favorite rapper, I’m the God
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| Used to look up to you niggas 'til I found out they all frauds
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| Yeah, I’m finna ride on my enemies
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| Fuck a drive-by, I’ll walk up on you, like «You remember me?»
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| After I kill 'em, I pray that I find some inner peace
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| My demons keep me up, swear to God, I cannot get any sleep
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| Yeah, uh, hail Mary
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| It’s and the bodies are well buried
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| Eh, somebody call a pastor
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| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters
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| Motherfucker
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| Closed minds in 2020 get close-lined
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| I feel like Reggie Miller holdin' up the choke sign
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| Grabbin' on my nuts while your lady’s sittin' court side
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| It’s 6am, but I got up around New York time
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| Woah, drop top Impala, I just got it washed
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| Still movin' 'cause everything has a rocky start
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| Try to jump me like Jodie and end up in the park
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| Line 'em up like baby boy, I gotta do my part
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| Sock 'em once, my hand hurt, but shit the plan worked
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| I’m doin' what I love, you niggas can’t stand work
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| I put my fans first, you can ask 'em, I don’t miss days
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| All I do is drip, ever since the Hopsin/SwizZz days
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| You crazy in the head if you ain’t feelin' me
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| I do this willingly off the top, excuse my hostility
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| My tendencies is always on your masters in this industry
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| They really lynch the mind, it took some time to get in the league
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| I know, Nat turned a mentality, he the GOAT
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| That’s when I learned a weak mind can get you hung by your throat
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| You gettin' attention but that don’t mean you’re the smartest
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| Smart visions can leave a smart nigga heartless
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| Everybody can see your secret apartment
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| A fake nigga don’t give a fuck 'bout the people that they crossin'
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| Workin' all day, I learned that shit the hard way
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| Don’t gamble with your life like a semi-game parlay
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| Never scared, we got ARs our way
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| They was plottin' on our downfall the hard way
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| Yeah, somebody call a pastor
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| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters
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| Motherfucker
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| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters
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| Motherfucker
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| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters
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| Motherfucker
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| -body all the masters
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| Motherfucker
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| -body all the masters
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| Motherfucker |