| Everlasting pain, blast my brain
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| Smokin' on dank, to hide my pain
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| I ain’t gon' lie, shit won’t change
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| Fuck the system, I ain’t playing no games
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| Words like ammunition, click, clack position
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| One shot to your head, information was given
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| Nigga, shut up and listen
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| I’ma show you a vision
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| And take your mind on a mission and understand why you livin'
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| These niggas ass rappers, full-time actors
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| I can kill a track, even if I rap backwards
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| Fuck a studio, all a nigga need is a Macbook
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| And a little bit of drugs and a Backwood
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| And I’ma start spitting my pain
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| All of this shit in my brain
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| I don’t think nothing’s gon' change
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| But there’s motherfuckin' money in the bank
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| Ooh, yeah, got my minds on some other shit
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| High as a mothership
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| Surprise, how I’m stuntin' bitch
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| Polite, with the pussy, I say «hi"when I’m comin' in
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| Talk all this shit, but the truth, you ain’t got it bitch
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| Shawty hit me up, told her I will be there right away
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| Hide your partner pussy, pop a xanax, sleep my night away
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| Wake up, feelin' like this won’t be the finest days
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| But it gets more better, smokin' the finest haze
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| Everybody stressin', lookin' for a blessing
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| Might just use a weapon, just to send a message
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| Everybody stressin', lookin' for a blessing
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| Might just use a weapon, just to send a message
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| And it always seem like all the fucking voices in my head
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| Is tryna see me dead, before I see my mother wed
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| And I remember way back when, when I was dead
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| Broke, I was a fucking joke
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| Nobody wanted to fuck with me
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| Remember sleeping on my nigga Will bed
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| Doing anything just to make sure his nigga fed
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| And now I’m recollecting all the fucking tears I shed
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| Just to get to where I am
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| And everybody wanna fuck with me
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| Remember bed bugs, bed sheets that felt like old rugs
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| And now we finally made it out the damn slums
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| Remember bitches actin' like old nuns
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| Now they pop they pussy like porn stars if a nigga want some
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| And that’s a damn shame
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| I’m not ashamed, if you press my nigga Kin
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| Bullets rippin' through your damn brain
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| And that’s for anybody fucking with my clique
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| I feel like Yeezy, 'cause ain’t nobody fucking with my clique
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| Jah!
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| And I will never sleep on a fuck nigga
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| And I will never eat with a fuck nigga
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| My niggas aiming at you, better duck, nigga
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| If ya ain’t about the fades, you better buck, nigga
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| And I will never sleep on a fuck nigga
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| And I will never eat with a fuck nigga
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| My niggas aiming at you, better duck, nigga
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| If ya ain’t about the fades, you better buck, nigga
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| And I will never sleep on a fuck nigga
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| And I will never eat with a fuck nigga
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| My niggas aiming at you, better duck, nigga
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| If ya ain’t about the fades, you better buck, nigga |