| Take what you want
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| Take everything
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| Take what you want
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| Take what you want
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| Better that I change my number so you can't explain
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| Violence in the night, violence in the night
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| Priors, priors, do you have any product?
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| Well, that one time
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| I'll be honest, I'll be honest
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| We all liars
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| Let it go
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| I'll be honest, we all liars
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| I'll be honest, we all liars
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| I'm pulled over and I got priors
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| Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| God gon' post my bail tonight
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| Don't you curse at mе on text, why you try to hit the flex?
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| I hold up, likе, "What?"
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| I scroll, I scroll up like, "Next"
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| Guess who's getting 'exed?
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| Like, next
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| Guess who's getting 'exed?
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| You made a choice that's your bad, single life ain't so bad
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| But we ain't finna go there
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| Something's off, I'll tell you why
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| What a grand plan to sell you out
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| I could scream and shout, let it out
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| I'll be honest, we all liars
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| I'll be honest, we all liars
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| I'm pulled over and I got priors
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| Guess we goin' down, guess who's goin' to jail?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| God gon' post my bail tonight
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| God in my cell, that's my celly
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| Made in the image of God, that's a selfie
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| Pray five times a day, so many felonies
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| Who gon' post my bail? |
| Lord, help me
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| Hol' up, Donda, I'm with your baby when I touch back road
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| Told him, "Stop all of that red cap, we goin' home"
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| Not me with all of these sins, castin' stones
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| This might be the return of The Throne (Throne)
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| Hova and Yeezus, like Moses and Jesus
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| You are not in control of my thesis
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| You already know what I think 'bout think pieces
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| Before you ask, he already told you who he think he is
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| Don't try to jail my thoughts and think pre-cents
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| I can't be controlled with programs and presets
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| Reset
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| On my cell, in my cell tonight
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| Don't have to see you to touch you
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| This is what braille look like, it's on sight
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| If they take me to jail, call my girl, tell her send my mail
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| We know what Hell look like
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| Still, it's a hell of a life, yikes
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
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| God gon' post my bail tonight |