| So you thought life would be easy
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| Life ain’t ever really easy
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| It’s so hard for me to please
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| Think my heart is on my sleeve
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| Think it’s time for me rebirth
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| I want everything I deserve
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| Cup of tea, I need my peace first
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| Fuck it man I might just leave Earth
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| Damier linen, I kick in my pent
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| And I’m whipping that dope in Givenchy
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| Walk in the room and the bitch on my linen
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| I told that lil' bitch my lil' business
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| Lean spilling out of my kidneys
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| Before I die, bitch I ask for forgiveness
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| I cannot live my life timid
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| There is no fear when you live with no limits
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| I add some juice with my drugs, finessing through Atlantic city
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| Yellow wrist, arm around my bitch and now she twice as pretty
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| Can’t forgive these niggas foolishness, pray the lord be with me
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| with me, that’s my 30 piece, I’ll stomp you out in cleats
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| Oh these ain’t no Robin Jeans, these just my robbing jeans
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| Can’t trust in you, fuck with you, you on the rival team
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| Xan with the lean just a boost so I think, Xan and the Xan just a boost so I
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| drink
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| Girl of my dreams, only see her when I dream, got a real down bitch
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| Dior shades on my face, I can’t see at all
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| Comme des Garçons, nigga we don’t shop in malls
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| For the price cost, bitches love to blow our balls
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| Baby suck me off, I house lick her when she gone
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| Back in high school I had everything you want
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| I was in your house too, taking what I want
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| I could fuck your spouse too, and even your mom
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| I’m running up the check, you just treadmilling on the lawn
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| I skeeted in her face and told that bitch don’t be alarmed
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| Check my neck and arm, bitch they full of lucky charms
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| Be forward if you want, bet that weapon caught your arm
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| Shoot him in the arm, now he shaking like
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| You don’t want a problem, cause my niggas solve them
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| 206 Taliban the central is an army
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| U to the A, you could meet your fucking fate
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| And I put that on my momma, I ain’t ever been a fake
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| I add some juice with my drugs, finessing through Atlantic city
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| Yellow wrist, arm around my bitch and now she twice as pretty
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| Can’t forgive these niggas foolishness, pray the lord be with me
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| with me, that’s my 30 piece, I’ll stomp you out in cleats
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| Oh these ain’t no Robin Jeans, these just my robbing jeans
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| Can’t trust in you, fuck with you, you on the rival team
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| Xan with the lean just a boost so I think, Xan and the Xan just a boost so I
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| drink
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| Girl of my dreams, only see her when I dream, got a real down bitch |