| Uh-huh
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| Uh
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| Too much envy in the air
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| Jealousy over there, they energy hella weird
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| Gotta keep a distance 'cause them bitches slippin'
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| And when they do it every day, it turn to repetition
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| You will not catch me slippin', you will not catch me trippin'
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| 'Cause my grandma go through summer with no air conditioning
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| So why the fuck would I let myself get in their position?
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| I try to tell 'em, «Get it right,"but they don’t never listen
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| So every time my bitches call about the same nigga, I answer it
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| As bad as I wanna cancel it, I gotta have her back
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| When she cryin' until she passes shit, huh
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| She always tryna get a glass, a sip
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| I told her, «This is life, you just gotta wake up and grasp this shit,"huh
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| Ain’t got no time to make no accidents 'cause you gotta be passionate
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| If you want something, you gotta go after it
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| And that’s gon' make you the baddest bitch 'cause ain’t nobody hand you shit
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| Can’t nobody hold me back no more, huh
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| Yeah, look, and can’t nobody hold me back no more
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| I’ve been on the right track so far
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| Don’t even be texting 'em back no more
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| 'Cause my mind on my money
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| These niggas ain’t where it’s at no more
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| I got that much, boy
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| And you got too many boys in your crew
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| You niggas got a lot of growin' to do
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| And you the oldest, you gotta be there to mold 'em into
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| Something bigger, something better
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| Problem with these egos now is everybody’s shootin' free throws now
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| Misery love company, don’t ever let these niggas keep you down
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| Matter fact, don’t let 'em see you down
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| 'Cause if they see you down, they gon' try to get up
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| They gon' know that you stuck, exactly what they want
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| So even if you fuckin' up, you gotta put on that front
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| You gotta act like you’re on top, even if your shit sunk
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| I know this what you want |