| Yeah, tryna stay real
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| In a world full of fakes
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| It’s a full time job
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| Once again, gotta watch your close homies and your kin
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| Hard to tell ‘em apart, it’s like my friends and enemies is twins
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| Messin' with some of y’all is a gamble like going raw
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| Talkin' to these boys is like talkin' to the law
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| Now it could be your main chick, the patna that you stay with
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| Your baby mama, baby daddy, person that you lay with
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| Too much drama complicates it, that’s why I keep it basic
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| And never let these two faced haters inside my matrix
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| Before it all and after, I’m peepin' all the factors
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| Planting knives inside the ground while I was bending over backwards
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| Plotting' to block doors, mad ‘cause you got more
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| Soon as you put them on they feet, they knock you off yours
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| Warning signs got ignored, shoulda listened to my old man
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| Gotta learn to play your cards right and never show your whole hand
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| One day you on some dirty sh*t, the next day ya clean
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| But I can see what’s inside you like a x-ray machine
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| ‘cause I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya
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| It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya
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| The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya
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| Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya
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| I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya
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| It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya
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| The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya
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| Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya
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| They be plottin' to get what you got before you get it
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| You say somebody broke into your ride, you know who did it
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| The same person you was braggin' to when you first bought it
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| The same cat that hated on your dream before you thought it
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| I’m knowing these clowns lame, they wanna hold you down, mane
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| I see seven pounds of hate in you, I got ultrasound game
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| And every time you try to spit it, I’ma just let my flames kill it
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| You can’t cook reality and BS in the same skillet
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| I’ma toss ya ‘cause playin' with my paper — that might cost ya
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| Boys’ll rather pay to get you high than buy a CD off ya
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| You talkin' like you bossin', ain’t nobody scared to cross ya
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| I’m running through these songs hard as suckas like I was Foster, yeah
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| You touch the sky, now you done got fly
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| When you needed me for help, you looked like you was ‘bout to cry
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| Once I see ‘em I delete ‘em, I kill ‘em, gut ‘em and bleed ‘em
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| Long handled spoons I don’t need ‘em (Why?) ‘cause I ain’t tryna feed ‘em
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| ‘cause I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya
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| It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya
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| The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya
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| Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya
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| I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya
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| It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya
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| The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya
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| Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya
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| If you call and then I’m not answering, wait, don’t wonder
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| If I don’t hit you after five times, erase my number
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| That means I shouldn’ta gave it to you out the gate, it’s too late
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| I didn’t know but then I found out you was fake so I’m straight
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| Now before I let ya eat with me, I’ma need to see a fee
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| Y’all be chasing me around just like a bootleg TMZ
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| Now you all up on my style, you steal it conveniently
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| You better practice being you ‘cause it ain’t pretty being me
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| You run your mouth like air conditions in the heat
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| When you talk it’s like hustlin', you put your business in the streets
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| You start cappin' out the damn clear blue
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| You told the same lie so much that’s it’s damn near true
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| Plus you jammin' boys up in these streets and cats is out to do ya
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| You done sent mo' dudes to prison than a prosecutor
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| No words for these stuntin' clowns, I ain’t wrong to say
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| If you ever call me, I’ma have to throw my phone away
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| ‘cause I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya
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| It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya
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| The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya
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| Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya
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| I’m seein' right through ya, I’m seein' right through ya
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| It’s a lot of cats like ya, I met ya before I knew ya
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| The second that you trust ‘em, I bet ya they try to do ya
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| Keep on playin' in these streets and somebody gon' bring it to ya |