| Niggas be hating on me, man
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| I’m just like, look
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| That shit’s not finna lift you up no further (Further)
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| I don’t understand it, but shit, I don’t fight against it either
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| You know, keep it moving, keep it moving, locomotion, mmh
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| Ayy
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| You turn the beat up?
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| Uh, uh
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| Nigga, I’m tryna live my life 'til it end
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| Take a tab, take a cap, anything just to bend my mind
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| On a binge, on a bender from winter to winter
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| I sin, hope God can forgive my kind
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| Drunk somewhere I never been
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| At the wheel with my girl, arguing 'bout how I spend my time
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| Niggas don’t want me to hit my stride
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| Pray I hit the stage and forget my lines
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| Woke up, my dick was on cinder (Uh)
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| Next to some titties from Tinder (Uh)
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| Smashed and then crashed, I’m a symbol (Yeah)
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| On Xanny, so I can’t remember (Uh)
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| She not my type, I delayed her
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| Back all alone like I’m meant to be
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| Chill with my cig and my Hennessy
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| Thinking about when shit was simple
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| Now fake motherfuckers chase cheese like a rat race
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| I can’t straight, everybody in my damn face
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| What the fuck is they thinkin', Kembe?
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| These dudes give me that face to get laid down
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| Laid down on the heated pavement
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| Out DP, I’m a panther, baby
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| Let’s get rid of them panties, baby
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| She just waxed, no sandpaper
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| I’m in there with no swimwear
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| And I swim fair and my fists gear, I don’t stop
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| Damn, I’ma shave that mop
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| I’m on the clit, tick tock
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| These bitches on my cock
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| They shit fu', rerock
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| I whip it in the pot
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| What you tryna do? |
| I got a quiet room and that doorknob got a lock
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| Back at it, crack addict
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| Bad habit, fuck nigga, vibe city
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| Blast at it, fuck with me, ride with me
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| Know I keep it too real, three hundred, batting average
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| Flossed up my Ritalin, gonna
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| I can’t be no regular citizen, fuck 'em
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| I’m busting, I’m taxin', I’m killing they dreams
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| 'Til the government run me my benefits, uh
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| I’m from the city of wind
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| Where they fan in the winter 'cause shit is just different
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| Dipped to somewhere it was sunny
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| To talk to my buddies, all they name is Benjamin
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| Primal intentions, do this from my grandmama children just 'cause I resemble
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| them
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| Sip on this Jack with my uncles
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| Thinking about when shit was simpler
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| I got a lot to ponder, my boy
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| My sun ain’t always somber, my boy
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| I teach you how to chop it, my boy
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| These bitches can’t run me out my joy
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| I roll down on Crystal, view my cul-de-sac, my happy place
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| 407 as a jit, for Naked Tommy, had a lace
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| My schedule, she text me I test her, I treat her as lesser
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| That’s why I will never find love in this world, I will break records though
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| Diss so bad, turn her to a widow
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| Look at my bars, I’m like, «Ooh, this shit tickle»
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| Suck on my pickle
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| I drip drip then I dip dip like the mosquitoes in winter
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| Bitch |