| Puttin' time in my dreams, half these niggas fuckin' bluffin'
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| While this Pillsbury Doughboy, all that fuckin' stuffin'
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| You can carve my grave, lil baby, we can walk out with the hunnids
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| How the fuck it get like this? |
| Why the fuck we always runnin'?
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| Puttin' time in my dreams, half these niggas fuckin' bluffin'
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| While this Pillsbury Doughboy, all that fuckin' stuffin'
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| You can carve my grave, lil baby, we can walk out with the hunnids
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| How the fuck it get like this? |
| Why the fuck we always runnin'?
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| , enemies befriendin' me
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| Don’t you know I’m selfish? |
| Only thinkin' 'bout my family
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| Chillin' on my throne while I’m blowin' all these Cali trees
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| hittin' millies, half these niggas can’t compare to me
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| I can’t even lie, half these bitches tried to kill my meat
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| There’s enough to go around baby, you can really share the schmeat
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| My life is a catastrophe but you not doin' better B
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| We in the same boat, I make the best of my tragedies
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| Say you always mad at me
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| Why we always runnin'?
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| Operation, Grey’s Anatomy
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| I’m up high, do you even see the ladder G?
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| Rollin' up a four
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| Even with the hard times
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| But little baby that’s the best time |