| It’s my last time telling ya
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| Address this one more time
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| I hope we get it together
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| But in the meantime
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| Might as well ride on em
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| You know somebody like this look out
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| They say misery loves company that’s true information
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| I think we all in need of deep psychiatric evaluation
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| Word’s hateful, lethal, envious and deceitful
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| Why do we go out of our way just to impress other people?
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| I done figured out the cause but I can’t find the remedy
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| Gotta fight my own people just to get to the enemy
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| Lies and fake ways ran off consecutive
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| And ten things come out then mouth then nine of em are negative
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| Won’t they happy till they use you up and bleed you to ruin
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| The fool with nothing try to tell you what you need to be doing
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| Instigators, peace breakers, no matter they speed
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| I keep my distance like a track-runner with a two lap lead
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| It’s an answer for these so-called G’s who block beef
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| Got slanderous words in they mouth then they got teeth
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| All yo hating ain’t got nothing to me
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| You couldn’t bring me down if you was a fireman and I was stuck in a tree
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| Your Transparent
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| And I’m a bring the truth to ya
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| Even with my eyes closed I can see right through ya
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| Same ones hanging with’cha same ones that’ll do ya
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| We was down from the junk last like I never knew ya
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| I ain’t never been a dude you could easily gas up
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| (Anything you need I got’cha) shut your lying ass up!
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| Ya whole game is manipulation lying and using
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| So artificial and fraud you’ve becoming translucent
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| Testing my cool but fool I’m destine to prove
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| Ninety percent of y’all is faker than a wrestling move
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| When snakes come in my grass try’na drop they trash
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| Like a stalker on the internet I’d block they ass
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| You wanna know why you broke, cause you scared to hustle
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| You comfortable being poor and never lifting a muscle
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| Fool you got something to say to me come take the stand
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| If you know that you don’t like me, man don’t shake my hand
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| Don’t ask me for my number, don’t say it’s all love
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| When last week you high-capped, when I saw you at the club
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| Now I catch you in my hood all of a sudden we cool
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| You rubbed alot of people wrong I ain’t goin stop till I prule
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| You’re Transparent
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| And I’m a bring the truth to ya
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| Even with my eyes close I can see right through ya
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| Same ones hanging with ya same ones that’ll do ya
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| We was down from the junk last like I never knew ya
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| What you got don’t fascinate me so get off the gas
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| I ain’t never been impressed by another man’s cash
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| You sitting on a high hill looking down low
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| The same cats that helped you win, you don’t know em no more
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| You’re a lose your respect and the streets done degrade you
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| When you disconnect yourself from the people that made you
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| Portraying a false image, you don’t even believe
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| You underwent character change that you don’t even precede
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| When you was going through your problems, I was there through the heat
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| But when I told you mine you took my business all over the street
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| To the clique or the game you was never devoted
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| Any good you ever did had ulterior motives
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| I see through you like a window like an unzipped zipper
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| I see through you like some bitch had panty-hose on a stripper
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| I see through you like a doctor operating on a patient
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| Like a glass door in X-ray vision so stop faking
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| The Transparent
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| And I’m a bring the truth to ya
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| Even with my eyes close I can see right through ya
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| Same ones hanging with’cha same ones that’ll do ya
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| We was down from the junk last like I never knew ya |