| Hello hello hello hello
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| I ain’t heard from you in so damn long
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| Hello hello hello hello
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| Pick up yo phone
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| I ain’t heard from you in so damn long
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| Here we go
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| She’s about to trip again
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| Don’t he know
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| That his little girl’s listening
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| Heard he got another kid up in Michigan
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| He don’t deserve that house
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| He’s livin' in
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| Man that’s fake shit
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| I’m over that
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| Cause the shit that we spit
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| Is so real
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| That it gives them bitches
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| Cold chills
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| And we did shit
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| With no deal
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| Only rap about what I really do
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| Ice cold game
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| I’m really smooth
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| I could pull yo bitch
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| In tennis shoes
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| Turn her bed to a
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| Swimming pool
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| I’m confident like a skinny dude
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| My fat ass is white trash
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| Give me the shine of a lifetime
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| There’s a slight chance
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| I might pass
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| I’m insane, I’m fucked up
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| My city call me the joker
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| These felonies bought me tough luck
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| But I’ll still arrive with that toaster
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| Don’t worry about the past
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| It’ll lie to yo ass
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| Stay in yo lane
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| Don’t be driving too fast
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| Know who I am no trying to mask
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| Only enemy I had was the guy in the glass
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| Coke snorters pill poppers go to rehab
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| But what about all of the villains
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| What do we have
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| Maybe we can find a place
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| That we can get away
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| We deal with this every day
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| We deal with this every day
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| Where do all the bad guys go
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| Where they can let the bad times roll
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| Where do all the bad guys go
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| Where they can let the bad times roll
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| I said I’ma get it
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| Anything I ever said I done did
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| I’m from the streets
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| And I’ll never forget it
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| Reason why I keep my head on a swivel
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| Let me be plotting
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| You just keep watching
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| I expected this to come when we popping
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| Just know my love for some of those yonders
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| Won’t be no stopping
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| Once they start chopping
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| That’s on my mama
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| Don’t want no problems
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| I get money, I’m cooling
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| Being a father
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| Raising my daughter
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| Please don’t make me get foolish
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| They mad cause they lil' bitch choosin'
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| They mad cause you really got to it
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| They mad so they blame grown men
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| For the shit they don’t have
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| And they full of excuses
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| Finally got to leave the streets alone
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| And I did it all with a microphone
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| Lotta hard work lot of nights alone
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| Did what I had to do to provide a home
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| Ducked the law like dodgeball
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| For the outlaws and the eyeballs
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| Big city folks and the hole in the wall
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| Roll one up come smoke
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| With ya dawg
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| Coke snorters pill poppers go to rehab
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| But what about all of the villains
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| What do we have
|
| Maybe we can find a place
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| That we can get away
|
| We deal with this every day
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| We deal with this every day
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| Where do all the bad guys go
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| Where they can let the bad times roll
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| Where do all the bad guys go
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| Where they can let the bad times roll
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| Hello hello hello hello
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| I ain’t heard from you in so damn long
|
| Hello hello hello hello
|
| Pick up yo phone
|
| I ain’t heard from you in so damn long
|
| Coke snorters pill poppers go to rehab
|
| But what about all of the villains
|
| What do we have
|
| Maybe we can find a place
|
| That we can get away
|
| We deal with this every day
|
| We deal with this every day
|
| Where do all the bad guys go
|
| Where they can let the bad times roll
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| Where do all the bad guys go
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| Where they can let the bad times roll |