| I’m coming of age
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| Where many a' people around me are suddenly falling for pussy for all of these
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| women becoming a slave!
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| (it's mad) MAD
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| Steadily pacing I manifest thoughts to bring me the future I rapidly taught
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| today!
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| (it's sad) SAD
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| ‘cause some of the friends that was riding from young are deciding i’m done and
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| are plotting my grave in ways!
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| (ah man) AH MAN
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| I’m telling the truth is there anyone true, I can’t really assume is a frenemy
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| truly bad!
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| (oh wait) OH WAIT
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| I ain’t as dumb as I look i’m a son of crook I was doing this throwing my
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| lyrics pad
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| When you was just nearly a nut in a jimmy instead he decided to pull it off,
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| BANG!
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| A baby was born in the shape of a horn
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| They called it the Devil he’s raising a storm
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| With a cape and a sword, he’s capable of
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| Breaking the game like a Sega went pop
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| You fuckers are lucky you’re walking in public
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| I’m grabbing your clothes and taking ‘em off!
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| I follow the bible of Bookie, you took me for nothing and now that I’m
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| something I’m coming with trouble a double rebuttal thats backing me up from
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| the tunnel of FUCK ALL!
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| I had a premonition yeah
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| From the beginning I know I ain’t tripping
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| From the dank that I’m smoking, The rum that i’m sipping
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| You mix that with a yat and you know, that I’m missing
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| Try’na steer clear, enough tings blur my vision
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| But no lust could ever make a man abort the mission
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| But with love yeah we have a chance
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| I won’t stop until I. (fuck sake man)
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| My Love a dime, bands on nickel back, I need all my pennies
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| Soon to run London ain’t even walk the city
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| Tend to find that offending find me, fire me with semis.
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| Automatics, you niggas pussy not even kidding
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| I got a feeling Kianna might leave me for drama
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| Or some other nigga with commas its common my come up on time, and its times
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| where Kianna don’t love me i see all the signs
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| I got a feeling the feelings I’m feeling extend from the niggas who feeling to
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| feel and to fill in positions i’m given, its given you niggas is not gon' get
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| it, I
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| Don’t get it couldn’t get it never got it forced to pop it, look inside the oxo
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| toxic
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| Iced veins, numbing pain, keeping sane, escaping feelings forced to pocket
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| Pac to pocket packed emotions, 'Side devotion, purple potion slowing process.
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| Yeah, motion timeless feeling like i’m hopeless, honest
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| I feel the tension, no want for these conditions
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| Times i think suicidal, idols make it hard decisions
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| Articulate the vision, stuck in the wrong position
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| Doubtful feelings I’m feeling titled as premonition
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| I had a premonition yeah
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| From the beginning I know I ain’t tripping
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| From the dank that I’m smoking, The rum that i’m sipping
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| You mix that with a yat and you know, that I’m missing
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| Try’na steer clear, enough tings blur my vision
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| But no lust could ever make a man abort the mission
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| But with love yeah we have a chance
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| I won’t stop until I. (fuck sake man)
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| I have a story to tell ima' make it known
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| I knew I was cursed when the shaman spoke and I woke up in a strangers cloak
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| and my face was old
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| Black skin and basic clothes with many hopes of obtaining gold and these dreams
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| all seemed up in the air like I sprayed cologne
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| I weren’t waiting for these masters to slay me my mind and heart was set on
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| departing from slavery its crazy ‘cause now that my chains are broke
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| I’ll be ready to take the globe, its game of thrones, it was lost,
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| but I made it home, they wanted me dead decaying bones but how can you case a
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| ghost!
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| Any enemy next to me is an endangered soul, I’ll slaughter a bunny rabbit but
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| save a crow, insane I know
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| I’ll sell dynamite to your ladies skull and watch her brain explode just after
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| she gave me blows, don’t put your faith in hoes!
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| All I ever received from this music was fame and foes, the knowledge of where
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| satan rolls and the incentive to break the mould
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| Hyping how, I’ll wrap a knife around a pagans throat, for aiming slow,
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| its murder in cold blood, laugh after the case is closed!
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| I had a premonition yeah
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| From the beginning I know I ain’t tripping
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| From the dank that I’m smoking, The rum that i’m sipping
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| You mix that with a yat and you know, that I’m missing
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| Try’na steer clear, enough tings blur my vision
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| But no lust could ever make a man abort the mission
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| But with love yeah we have a chance
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| I won’t stop until I. (fuck sake man)
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| Woah x 8 |