| Said i been down and out
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| I been through the rain
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| I been hurt so long
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| I can’t feel the pain
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| I just thought i could talk to you
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| Cause in your heart, it been hard for you
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| And applaud for you
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| Staying in your lane, and your style
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| Damn, in your life it been raining a while
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| Man, I can see the pain in your smile
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| At least you still smile, least you still smile
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| Never loved these bitches niggas, cause you down, babe-baby
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| Uh, you know opinions like Honda Accords
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| So all broke niggas all wanna call
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| Hate to be the one no one applaud
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| Everybody’s a boss, no ones employed
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| I don’t get it, I never got it
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| When everybody was doing what everybody was doing
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| I was bodying everybody, counting every body
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| So when i say «I'm the best», that’s counting everybody!
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| I’m talking every shotty loaded
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| Now i got it, every automatic weapon
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| If you going for my spot, i put a hole up in your top
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| I drop them niggas, drop them figures, then i roll up in a drop
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| I tell my jeweler take them diamonds then he throw em at my watch
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| Once your moneys in the game, ain’t no reset button
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| I don’t give a fuck if you was big foot
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| You still have big shoes to fill
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| Cause yall niggas ain’t beasting nothing, no, no
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| I stays the fuck in my lane
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| This just the type of shit that runs through my brain
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| Oh no, oh no
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| Heres these lames go again with this shit
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| They would block me if they could
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| They just want to stop and judge
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| But bitch nigga, hop off my dick
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| Lately i been getting a little too much paper
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| Flossing too heavy i ain’t worried bout niggas
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| My day one hit me on the jack last night
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| Said «It's all about kings» lets swerve on niggas
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| Coon, my nigga ain’t nothin to a boss
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| Two drops outside with the tops blown off
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| Heard you niggas talking that shit
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| We mob up and walk in that bitch like
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I ain’t never give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| If you know you fly, throw your Rollie in the sky like
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| Let me talk my shit
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| Let me talk my shit
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| Let me talk my shit
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| Let me talk my shit
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Sometimes this world moves too fast
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| Only thing can slow it down is champagne
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| So tonight raise up your glass
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| And imma let it pour till it’s running down your arm
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| I been running down a list of all the niggas that was faking
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| They was bitching, they was wishing we ain’t never come and take it
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| How they fuck we let em tell us we ain’t never gonna make it
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| They be making up the rules and we ain’t never gonna break it
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| Im a boxer, and a brawler
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| Feeling like Broner, took one loss and ain’t nobody in my corner
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| My life my glory, times when i was down
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| My god i was writing my life, my story
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| Niggas talk so reckless
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| Im only with my day ones, no extras
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| Only time you see a king move back is when a nigga playing checkers
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| I ain’t into playing checkers, just checking these niggas
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| I stays the fuck in my lane
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| This the type of shit that runs through my brain
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| Oh no, oh no
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| Heres these lames go again with this shit
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| They would block me if they could
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| They just want to stop and judge
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| But bitch nigga, hop off my dick
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| Lately i been getting a little too much paper
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| Flossing too heavy i ain’t worried bout niggas
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| My day one hit me on the jack last night
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| Said «It's all about kings» lets swerve on niggas
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| Cool, my nigga ain’t nothin to a boss
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| Two drops outside with the tops blown off
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| Heard you niggas talking that shit
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| We mob up and walk in that bitch like
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I ain’t never give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| If you know you fly, throw your Rollie in the sky like
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| Let me talk my shit
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| Let me talk my shit
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| Let me talk my shit
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| Let me talk my shit
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| I don’t give a fuck |