| Nigga say, who
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| Who
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| Who can I trust when cops out to get us?
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| Who can I trust when niggas killing niggas?
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| I don’t recognize who I’m seeing in the mirror
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| Can’t even trust myself, can never trust these bitches
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| Who can I trust when cops out to get us?
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| Who can I trust when there’s niggas killing niggas?
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| I don’t recognize who I’m seeing in the mirror
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| Can’t even trust myself, can never trust these bitches
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| Yeah, she said how you talking big
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| You ain’t even 6 feet
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| How you talking to me, you don’t even own a visa
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| JLF, bitch you know I’m coming out the freezer
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| I’m a sinnerman, but I still pray to Jesus
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| Listen, I don’t see nobody in my league, yeah
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| I play in the NBA, you niggas play in FEBA
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Keep going)
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| You need to shut the fuck up
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| And please pay attention
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| You niggas got no hoes
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| That’s why there’s so much tension
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| Flowers on my grave and my pendant (Muah)
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| I’m the beginning, the middle, the motherfucking ending
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| Sick of niggas saying that I look like Big Sean (Straight up)
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| Big Sean look like me (Whoa there)
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| Big Sean think he me (Whoa there)
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| Cartier the name
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| My time isn’t cheap
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| I’m scared to close my eyes, so you’ll never see me sleep, so
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| Who can I trust when cops out to get us?
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| Who can I trust when niggas killing niggas?
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| I don’t recognize who I’m seeing in the mirror
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| Can’t even trust myself, can never trust these bitches
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| Who can I trust when cops out to get us?
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| Who can I trust when there’s niggas killing niggas?
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| I don’t recognize who I’m seeing in the mirror
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| Can’t even trust myself, can never trust these bitches (Yeah, aye, yeah)
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| Please do not tell me to relax, cause I’m chill
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| Please do not tell me to relax, cause I’m chill
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| If you tell me snap, then I will
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| on the beat and JLF’s gotta kill
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| Where I live, there’s a house up on the hill
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| She want to come over, it’s a hassle just to chill
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| People think they know me, try to tell me how to feel
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| What good is a mil, if my dog ain’t got a mil
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| For real
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| Let that sink in
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| I said I was quitting, but now I’m back drinking
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| I’m stuck in the deep end
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| I been seen the light, I know where the brink is
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| I cover the tab, I cover the thought
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| I cover whatever you thinking
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| She want to move to LA, and chill with the stars, and be on the beaches
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| I had to even the odds through all the facades, the love has been shrinking
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| I thought I found love in a bottle, but under her bra, was nothing but bee
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| stings
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| And then I rode off in a car, was under the stars, to pick up the pieces
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| Who can I trust when cops out to get us?
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| Who can I trust when niggas killing niggas?
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| I don’t recognize who I’m seeing in the mirror
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| Can’t even trust myself, can never trust these bitches
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| Who can I trust when cops out to get us?
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| Who can I trust when there’s niggas killing niggas?
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| I don’t recognize who I’m seeing in the mirror
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| Can’t even trust myself, can never trust these bitches |