| Hey put a dime on my wrist and make it flooded
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| Put some shine on the kid and say you love me
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| Aye cut a check, bitch I need some fuckin' money
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| Look we ain’t kin
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| We ain’t friends
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| We ain’t buddies
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| Tell them I just wanna float
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| I just wanna fly
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| Before the day I die
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| I wanna free my mind
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| I might go back to church and get Baptized
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| Try and cleanse me of all of these sins
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| I might just roll up 'fore I walk in
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| Out there hotboxin' my Benz
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| I might just change my info
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| Find me a nympho
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| I’m trickin' off once again
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| These niggas playing limbo
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| It’s not a game but I’ve been the man that I am
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| I let 'em know
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| I set the tone
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| Bitch leave me alone
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| I’m going home
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| Nigga yeah we had complications
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| Niggas made observations
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| Niggas ran out of patience
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| Feelin' alone and vacant
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| Blind at the wheel, don’t know which way to go
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| Fuck it, I’ma let the lord take it
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| My mind like a sword by Hattori Hanzo
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| I’ma swing it 'til they feel the anguish
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| Feel the pain, I know it’s still remainin'
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| Still the same no matter what they claimin'
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| Still prepared no matter what the game is
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| Still took the route that you overlooked
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| Still underrated niggas underbooked
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| Still tryin' to see the bright side find somethin' good
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| Still pretty modest never talk about myself nah
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| Still at the bottom niggas lookin' for a way up
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| Way up
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| I can’t relate
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| Too many cameras take the phone out your face
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| These niggas lost, lord they all run in place
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| False fame
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| False claims
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| Poor Taste
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| What a waste
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| Lord I just wanna float
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| I just wanna fly
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| Before the day I die
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| I wanna free my mind |