| 1: Sometimes, this shit gets hard.
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| You gotta grind or you starve.
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| You forgive, but don’t forget.
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| That’s these nigguhs ain’t shit.
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| Everything is kinda odd, when I look up in the sky.
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| I be searching for that God, who taught my auntie how to fly.
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| I will always be that one Kidd, that’s always too shy.
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| But got bars like a bad boy, from the NY.
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| I’m tryna build an empire.
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| With a girl who aims higher.
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| Someone that I know gon' fire.
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| Wearing old attire, and still look fire.
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| Make me wanna multiply with her.
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| Take away the phones, carry her to bed.
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| Divide them legs, drop the panties.
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| It’s 69, I bet.
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| There’s nothing that I regret.
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| Top spot, boy I climb for that.
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| Have you nigguhs wanna bring, Frankie Lineman back.
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| Make yo bitch fall out & have a heart attack.
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| Nigguh, you know I’m the cause of that.
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| StarrKidd the girls, cardiac.
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| I’m not father, yet.
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| Hol' up ✋✋✋
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| & you know it’s all your fault.
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| 2: Realistically.
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| Y’all don’t mean shit to me.
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| The fame would be iight, but a nigguh want the currency.
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| I heard bout those weak nigguhs, who ain’t never heard of me.
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| But still hating, cause all they bitches wanna fuck with me.
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| But, I’Onn cuff 'em G.
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| Make 'em hit the sheets, let me beat.
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| Give 'em the D, in they guts like it surgery.
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| Try to murder me.
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| That’s suicide homie, what you think?
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| My team don’t sleep, we take long blinks.
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| When this go out.
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| I’ll dominate the world, within a whole week.
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| God’s eye, bitch I see what you don’t see.
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| This voice hear is Golden.
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| I’ll make your girl knees weak.
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| Fall out 'til next week.
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| Her bitches bumping backstreet.
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| Singing, «I want it that way».
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| All this versatility.
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| So I bend her body, got her running like a track meet.
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| I’m not an athlete, but I’m Duncan on these wanna be’s.
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| She got that cakery.
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| So I’m all up in her bakery.
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| Tryna blow them candles out, 'fore I eat. |