| Yeah, yeah
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| Black sheep sticking out, that boy in the way
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| I got you all figured out, nowhere for you to stay
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| Mama love me but she never got it
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| Till I told my story and made a profit
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| They call your son a prophet
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| The windows open when your sun is shining
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| Hunger pains and empty pockets, humble beginnings that make me keep it modest
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| I choose my girl every minute and that’s despite the options
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| Damned if I’m asleep on her, only woman that keep it honest
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| And she the same as me
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| Never fit the frame to key
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| Never fit the lock because them niggas wasn’t caging me
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| Solo to the dolo, they shunning what they don’t know
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| They coming for my spirit, couldn’t knock me off my pivot
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| On my shit like 20/20, now they seeing all this vision
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| Handle messes with precision, plans is coming to fruition
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| I was so lost, you was in cahoots with your cohorts
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| Now I’m living proof god is fair
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| Took you so long, to know the shit that I already knew
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| I was privy too
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| Tried to make me doubt my own mind but numbers don’t lie
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| Black sheep sticking out
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| That boy in the way
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| Gotchu all figured out
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| Nowhere for you to stay
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| Black sheep sticking out
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| That boy in the way
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| Gotchu all figured out
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| Nowhere for you to stay
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| I’ve been at cold sheep
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| Catching cold shoulders
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| Let it coach me to thicker skin and bigger wins
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| And dividends through bitter ends
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| With big grimaces and bigger grins
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| My discipline never fit it in
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| Been at this since deliverance, yea yea
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| Cold sheep with the plugged in
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| Never got a cosign, never gave it any mind
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| I was lost in my mind
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| I was mining, came out with a crate load full of diamonds
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| By then, them cold shoulders fossilized and wanna chime in now
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| Na, na homie, I only po-litic with my posse
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| Na homie I only part, look with the ones that stuck around
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| Stick around even when the pots lookin' like it’s puffin' on pots
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| They don’t ever puff puff pack, I ain’t got a puffin in the pack
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| I ain’t never puffin' on the pack, but I got a whole lot of lighters
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| Show you how to simmer in the middle of December with no coat on
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| Show you how to keep a proton, in the pursuit of protons
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| full time with a backpack full of coupons
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| We were living out of backpacks tryna turn into
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| Still, on the road to the
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| Still, on the low with the
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| Still, on the low, on the low
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| Black sheep sticking out
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| That boy in the way
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| Gotchu all figured out
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| Nowhere for you to stay
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| Black sheep sticking out
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| That boy in the way
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| Gotchu all figured out
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| Nowhere for you to stay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Sheep, artist - KOTA The Friend. Album song Anything., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп