| I fell in love with my bih from the field, baby
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| Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby
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| Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions
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| You ever killed somebody before? |
| (hahaha)
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| I don’t play like that, you talkin' weird, baby
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| Everybody 'round me actin' weird, baby
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| I just want for you to keep it real, baby
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| I ain’t let them know I had a mil, you crazy
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| Dressin' like I’m poor, I’m rockin' Timbs on the daily
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| All the record labels know the deals that I’m makin'
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| Coulda bought a Wraith, I bought a silver Mercedes
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| My head on a swivel, but your brain on the pavement
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| Remember hittin' licks and how I never feed these babies
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| Talkin' to myself 'cause I understand what I’m sayin'
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| You ain’t finna trip me out my mind, no more, Satan
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| You the reason that I’m Sniper Gang, and I’m shady
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| Walk up in the studio, bitch recordin' 'cause I’m ready
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| My bitch, she Dominican Republic, but I’m Haitian
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| I ain’t quit the shufflin' in my feet, now I’m patient
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| Momma, look at me, mom, look at me, I been changin'
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| HBK, heartbreak kid, Heart Break Kodak
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| Remember when I laid there on the counter, seen you naked
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| Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care who see you naked now
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| Remember when I loved you, now I don’t care who see you naked
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| I came from the projects, Section 8, now I made it
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| Shit ain’t never been the same, I wished I wasn’t famous
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| But, Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that lame did
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| Don’t quit like them lames did
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| Kodak, don’t you give up, don’t you quit like that wanksta
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| Kodak, you better not go out like no lame 'cause you a gangster
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| Everybody actin' like some hoes all a sudden
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| Momma called me a dog, but I ain’t no hoe 'cause I ain’t buggin'
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| In the field chasin' all my goals, I ain’t puntin'
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| OG Kush got me with a odor, got me musky
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| Promise everybody 'round me known me since a youngin'
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| I be with my niggas they my brothers and my cousins
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| She so goddamn freaky stuck a bean in her booty hole
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| Money got me drunk, it got me peein' in the studio
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| Sometimes I don’t know if I be goin' or I be comin'
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| Crack a nigga head like Humpty Dumpty
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| Everybody been actin' weird lately
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| I just want for you to keep it real, baby
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| I been had a couple mil, I ain’t never say shit
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| I ain’t never say shit
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| I’m codeine dreamin' in a spaceship
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| All the pain motivatin' me to stay real
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| Sound like a vulture cryin' in the glacier
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| I’m hotheaded but my chain is
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| I’m workin' like a slave still
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| And I don’t need a Perky for the pain pill
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| I was sixteen with permanent gold teeth
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| Snatched 'em out and put diamonds in it
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| Y’all got the same grill
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| Everybody fuckin' everybody, we got the same girl
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| And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang world
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| And I be walkin' 'round here like this my dang planet
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| Think about my family, had to pop a Xanny
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| Aye, I’m drinkin' liquor, tried to swallow my pride
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| I hope my son ain’t gotta live like I
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| Mm mm, mm mm
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| Drinkin' tequila, smokin' sativa
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| I done made it out the rain, I ain’t call FEMA
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| My baby momma in a Range, took her out the Beam
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| Ain’t never showed no love to me on Valen-Day-Tine
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| I send words out through the grapevine
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| Made it out the jungle like I’m godsend
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| Swing with that vine like I’m Tarzan
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| I pop a nigga top, don’t get your block spint
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| I ain’t goin' out where I be god damnin'
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| I ain’t do the jigga, I’m consumin' liquor
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| My wrist frame Muller
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| I don’t do
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| Fuck a Bentley truck, smile with the Glizzy tucked
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| In a pickup truck, now I’m smokin' |