| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And twelve of us, I’m recordin' myself
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| Fuck it let the beat rock
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| Just please don’t let the beat stop
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| And you don’t even need to knock
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| I don’t care if it never drop
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| Just felt my heartbeat
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| Just felt my heartbeat
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| Just felt my heartbeat
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| Cause I’m heart of the projects
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| I was baptized on the block
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| No more orange pop, I’m drinkin' holy water
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| I could’ve swore I felt somethin' beat in me
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| I run away from love when it get too deep
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| I’m scared to love you back 'cause I might love too deep
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| I don’t wanna love you, girl, 'cause I won’t love you deep
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| Valentine, packin' 9, my lady want a dinner date
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| I ain’t have no time so I just took the bitch to Steak 'n Shake
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| The beat it got me in my feelings, vibin' to the rhythm
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| My ears a symphony but I don’t show no sympathy
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| Don’t let 'em kill your self esteem, they tryna kill your dignity
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| Niggas out here gamblin' wit they lives for some publicity
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| Damn, left my heart in these streets, I left the trick to treat
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| I’m scarred, lost my conscience to the block, it’s feelin' good to sleep
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| And I don’t need no court sentence
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| I love this beat so much I hope the Lord in it
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| Dreads in my head and they look like Devil horns in it
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| All my niggas be up in the business like them dorks in it
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| Drippin' on 'em, like a dinosaur I be so vintage
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| Drippin, you can’t get these in the store, yeah I’m so different
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| My clothes and my hoes different
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| These days I don’t know what I’m spendin'
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| These days I don’t know what I’m gettin'
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| I got blood on my Givenchy
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| Video vixen, so much bitches, these days I don’t know who I’m hittin'
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| I don’t even know what I’m sippin', I just know it’s kickin' in
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| Holler if you feelin' it
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| Lovin' and I’m thuggin' 'cause they both go hand in hand
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| Thuggin' cross the country, from the US to Switzerland
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| Booted like Shaquille O’Neal
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| You know the deal, I’m on the pill
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| I just tucked the .32 right in my Timberland
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| Holler if you feelin' it
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| That jigga kickin' in
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| Ain’t got no-kickin' in
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| Ain’t got no-kickin' in
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| Ain’t got no-kickin' in
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| Holler if you feelin' it
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| At the Last Supper got my plate first
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| At the Last Supper I got my plate first
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| I ain’t got no feelings |