| I’m in too deep, your boy deeper than a rap
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| Imma just let my soul bleed on the track
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| Check your resume, and you ain’t livin' like that
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| You the main reason why your dog got wacked
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| I’m only for the cheese, you a freeze, you a rat
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| You the main reason why your dog got trapped
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| Before I ever chase her, I’d rather chase the yacht
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| Street nigga after paper, I ain’t playin', Imma snap
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| Livin' in denial, juvenile back to back
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| Hit your house, throw all the gold in a pillow sack
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| Nigga take your chances, whole lives, shootin' craps
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| We just hit a lick for ten bands, it’s a wrap
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| I’m a section 8, taliban with the strap
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| Molly Santan, beach sand in my cap
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| Yeah I could pass the weed, but I ain’t pass the FCAT
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| And probably playin' sleep, cuz I ain’t tryna text back
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| They found the contraband in my mat
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| I had to sneak a pen in my cell to write a rap
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| I’m extortin' niggas, want dinner and snack
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| Told em' Imma split em' if I see em' eat that
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| I’m vibin' in the booth, I just kick my feet back
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| She ride me in the coupe, had to push my seat back
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| I watched my dog shape back, just to relapse
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| I’m blowin' on OG, you smokin' green crack
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| I just got a slow leak in my tree wrap
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| That head got me lockin' up, call her beeswax
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| Better keep your Smith and Wesson, you might need that
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| 357, E told me «keep that»
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| Keep your boy well protected like a knee cap
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| Knock, knock, bang, bang, where the cheese at?
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| Glock pop, bang, bang, where your keys at?
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| Don’t you say a damn thing, and I mean that
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| Ran 'cross the power after Cool got snatched
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| I was on the I, when the coupe caught a flat
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| That’s the same night when SuWu shot Black
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| I wasn’t even there to tell you if we shot back |