| I don’t like to chant shit, miss me with the antics
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| Niggas funny style with they ways
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| No tellin' who you finna get today
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| Repertoire not official
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| Wonder why you can’t cut through?
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| Give a nigga lil rope
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| Pulling, pulling, pulling till they get to fuck you
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| Repercussions of what trust do
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| Let 'em know just what we 'bout
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| Speak out then you bleed out
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| when you reach out
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| Pops put you in the deep South
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| for the sufferin'
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| Never mind bro, we hustlin'
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| Life’s a bitch, I’m the husband
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| Remember when I drank that Kool-Aid?
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| Now I’m sippin' champagne in the shade
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| I’m on a beach, fuckin' a bitch
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| There was a day I had nothin'
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| Remember when I drank that Kool-Aid?
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| Now I’m sippin' champagne in the shade
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| I’m on a beach, fuckin' a bitch
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| There was a day I had nothin'
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| But things don’t always stay the same
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| Things don’t always stay the same
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| Things don’t always stay the same
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| 'Cause I’m still, still, still, still, still
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| Do or die, do or die, no other way
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| Karma kinda moody, peep the way she love to sway
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| Lord what a day (ugh, ugh) please lay out my cutlery
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| Bring a mash potato plate, shrimp stuff, we cut a steak
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| Gotta get it, s-sacrifice those inhibitions
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| C-cloudin' up your judgment
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| How you supposed to see your vision?
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| What’s the mission?
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| Success deserve a visit
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| P-pull them doors back, bitch
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| We needing all that, yeah
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| Remember when I drank that Kool-Aid?
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| Now I’m sippin' champagne in the shade
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| I’m on a beach, fuckin' a bitch
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| There was a day I had nothin'
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| Remember when I drank that Kool-Aid?
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| Now I’m sippin' champagne in the shade
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| I’m on a beach, fuckin' a bitch
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| There was a day I had nothin'
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| But things don’t always stay the same
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| Things don’t always stay the same
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| Things don’t always stay the same
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| 'Cause I’m still, still, still, still, still |