| Yesterday I thought I was having a heart attack
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| Panic Attack
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| Made a wack beat yesterday
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| I get ideas in my
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| I keep smoking weed
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| And I masturbate constantly
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| Keep hustling
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| Keep moving
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| I’m a nuisance
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| I’m useless
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| We fucked
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| This hurts
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| I’m a nuisance
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| DOA to the base
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| Face wet, legs shake
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| Grab my chest, feeling faint
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| These symptoms, can’t help them
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| Where my health went
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| This hurts
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| Crackers keep calling me Aces
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| I put the spade on hook
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| All of you yuppies is pussy
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| You ain’t never hit a jugg
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| Ain’t no money on your books
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| I put Lemmy in the grave
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| I push the golden gun up on ya braids
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| Pew! |
| Fade
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| And I’m getting cash you ain’t never there, oooh, yeah
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| Oh, you fucking mad, 'cause I’m counting swag, oooh, yeah
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| Nigga, you’s a bitch, you’s a fucking hoe, oooh, yeah
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| I can’t tell you
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| Pull up on 'em with the stick talk
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| Nigga you ain’t bout that brick talk
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| Fuck with me you get shot
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| Shoo, shoo
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| I am a thot
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| Fuck it
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| I am a opp
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| Wrist cut, wrist cut, wrist cut
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| Grey death on the block
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| It’s really just a panic attack… |