| My mental mental mental side effects
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| Without a flaw we give you more
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| My mental mental mental side effects
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| We come first, you drool with thirst
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| My mental mental mental side effects
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| You drool with thirst, who come first
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| My mental mental mental side effects
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| We give you more without a flaw
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| My mental pressure for lesser lookin over the wall
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| Starin at the dresser it’s open and dope and you hopin
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| up down and broken on crack tokin to smokin my songs
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| Battle the pain, contain and claim and train and aim
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| the same trade, upgrade relayed contacts metaphor
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| Complex, kind of sore
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| For sure, for tour, for many but more, my shirt velour
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| Explore top chicks, white chicks, black chicks
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| You move skip flip switch first it’s grab your purses
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| Rehearse this, reimbursement, top lyrical president
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| Swap evidence, testaments in memory of, the man above
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| Style precise, ladies in love, relax in tub
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| Me not care about devil thrills, we wield clever quills
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| Pop a wheelie spin out peelin rubber wheels
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| We on hidden planets, with a cosmic vision
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| While you at the crick in the woods eatin chicken
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| Spockavelli, you country like pumpkin toss
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| You with mics like hot wings with no dunkin sauce
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| Fakin moves, you bluffin eyebrow pluckin
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| Call me Tex-Mex shuckin diesel truckin
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| Y’all need money, y’all need inspiration
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| Got that milk breath with a hesitation
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| Oval Office, nature of the beast
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| Cold profits, reachin towards the East
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| We so effervescent, get yo’panties stretchin
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| Got your kid in the alley, teach him a lesson
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| He’s confessin; |
| we know what you after
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| I’m thinkin movin faster than puppet master
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| I’m pickin up money, rollin with homies
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| Leavin them lonely, only few, I’m stickin to Jakes, new cake shit
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| Sometimes they call me, wishin they knew me Nuttin can move me, groovy, uhh
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| Sayin I’ll call, political, radical
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| And at you all, I’m doin it Tellin me, often-ly
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| Surprising me, they paying me Coming to slang, tryin to hang
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| I’m sittin on thangs, that’s real big
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| You don’t know, you don’t show no cash flow, the chicks know
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| Riffin and steppin no weapon and dead 'em
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| You send 'em I kill 'em you reckon
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| The money we make, the hookers we take
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| Your pockets we shake for cake, uhh
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| Homey I promise, Jakes ain’t honest
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| Tarnished Jakes ain’t modest duke
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| Benjamin, Kenneth did a good job with the Germans behind you
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| In your mind you think you’re incredible
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| But Benny, I wore the Black Elvis wig
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| Now you wear it I took off the wig, you just puttin it on
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| I got bored and left L.A.
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| I’m very impressed Benjamin, you just movin into L.A.
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| Are you a star fool?
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| Or do you wanna put down that pride you hide, and do a track together?
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| You let me know Benjamin |