| I just want like five Cuban links, and a
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| Make my jacket mink, and a
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| Eat that pussy pink, and a
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| Got Wolfy on the beat
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| Voices in my head, push me to the edge
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| I didn’t take my meds, smokin' dope instead
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| Backwards niggas spend they whole life tryna wrong rights
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| I’m just tryna earn some great days working long nights
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| Voices in my head, push me to the edge
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| Tryna take my peace, so I leave they ass on read
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| Sometimes I feel like a fuckin' rose that ain’t grow right
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| Make me wonder do they got a heaven for a low life? |
| (Uh)
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| I am psychotic, fake idiotic
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| Junior high teacher said I’m retarded
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| Think he was mad 'cause I used to argue
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| Authority figures hated my logic
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| Very few friends, was socially starvin'
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| Didn’t mean shit, was chillin' without 'em
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| The ones that I had, I know that they proud
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| We all from somewhere that’s close to the bottom
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| My parents was enemies, pops ain’t around
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| But when he was, he fought every mornin'
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| Granddaddy, uncles was clutchin' the bottle
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| Still at they mama’s, don’t get me started
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| My uncle Gary can’t stay out of jail
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| Sellin' that dope, he on the corner
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| Rusty got fucked up from smokin' that wet
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| Still used to read me the scriptures he wanted
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| All the time spent by them, why I don’t bit my tongue?
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| I cannot stand fake shit, can’t even sit by them
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| Learn how to chill on my own, got an idea, lightbulb
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| If I control myself then I’ma win, I know
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| Learned my lesson, I gotta learn how to listen
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| And focus on how I’m blessed, can’t neglect them like CPS
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| I can’t let 'em dilute my essence, fluorescence on VVS’s
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| Niggas wanna see me stress so I leave 'em with unread messages
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| 'Cause these voices in my head, push me to the edge
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| I didn’t take my meds, smokin' dope instead
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| Backwards niggas spend they whole life tryna wrong rights
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| I’m just tryna earn some great days working long nights
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| Voices in my head, push me to the edge
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| Tryna take my peace, so I leave they ass on read
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| Sometimes I feel like a fuckin' rose that ain’t grow right
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| Make me wonder do they got a heaven for a low life? |
| (Uh, Lucy, Lucy)
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| They say, «A.D.D.,» I say, «Oh, not interested»
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| Told me I’m bipolar, I don’t know, you ain’t convinced me yet
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| Been through major pain, bitch, I’m a soldier like salute
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| Ain’t no bad vibes in my crew, you come wrong, you get the boot
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| Everything come with a price, ain’t no work fall overnight
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| I can’t buy into the hype, workin' hard, my future bright
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| Used to pop an Addy pill, now it’s blunts of chlorophyll
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| Newton Law, I stay in motion, I’m ahead, I flourish still
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| 'Cause these voices in my head, push me to the edge
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| I didn’t take my meds, smokin' dope instead
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| Backwards niggas spend they whole life tryna wrong rights
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| I’m just tryna earn some great days working long nights
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| Voices in my head, push me to the edge
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| Tryna take my peace, so I leave they ass on read
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| Sometimes I feel like a fuckin' rose that ain’t grow right
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| Make me wonder do they got a heaven for a low life? |
| (Uh)
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| Voices in my head, push me, edge, edge
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| I didn’t take my meds, smokin' dope instead
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| Backwards niggas spend they whole life tryna wrong rights
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| I’m just tryna earn some great days working long nights |