| Don’t you step on my J’s
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| I been down feel like I can turn it up (I can turn it up)
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| Picking myself off the floor I was cold
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| Only so now that I’m burning up
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| Try’na put them days behind me
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| Nigga stuck in the house thinking you can’t find me
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| I’m addicted to what y’all think
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| Be in the comments and get that drink
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| And vomiting in that sink
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| That’s why I don’t come out the house
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| Real shit’ll come out the mouth
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| It’s like I don’t know how to act
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| I’m back, I’m back, I’m packing a gun
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| Slide me your side bitch I’m slapping back and now I gotta run
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| They don’t know what to do with me
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| Cool with me now quit the tomfoolery
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| If the Coor is truly through with me then I hit the brewery
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| But it ain’t nothing new to me, the Devil pursuing me
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| Sorta kinda unusual like you put the blue on me
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| True the do that do the do I’m the few and I’m chewing 'em
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| The greatest might as well put the shoe on 'em
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| Never told no lie, told no lie I be trueing them
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| If a lift is glistening only thing missing is you in 'em
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| Okay
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| Love me anyway, it’s the Spider K tattoo
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| All on my wrist and my nigga with no hue in 'em
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| I finally went and got mine but yet he got two of 'em
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| Kinda hated me at first but I grew on 'em
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| Worry with a monster
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| Young man he do what he wants
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| Yeah, can’t take you nowhere
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| Can’t take you any-anywhere
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| Worry with it
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| Look, you see duty, don’t you? |
| (You do)
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| Can’t take you nowhere
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| Can’t take you any-anywhere
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| I promised my mama that I’m gon' chill
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| Take your time young man
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| If I don’t drink liquor I know I will (Chill)
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| Kali I get foolish
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| They got me shooting bullet
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| Perking on the percocets and certain pharmaceutics
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| Never been that kind of student
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| Unless you kinda roomy
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| It’s being on the tour bus swapping chicks with Godemis and Ubi
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| Then it blew me
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| You’re problem ain’t a train on top
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| A bite of drip of Fendi, Prada or Gucci
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| These Balenciaga joggers
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| The smaller fit is fifty thousand dollars
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| In a pocket what you call it
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| I’ma spend it all on jewelry
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| Starving artist all the homies gotta eat
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| Put your foot inside the door
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| Instead of posing on the street
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| This is hard to escape artists talking big
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| Might provoke a robbery around my people
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| Really hoping the guard at your apartment gate
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| Is not afraid to drop astray
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| Got some bodies on my arm
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| Thought you got away until they caught you at the barber shop
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| Looking like a narco in my Chevy Colorado
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| Drove it big the driver’s thick
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| Looks like she polished it with Armor All
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| A daily bomb, a monster ball
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| I’m a monster y’all
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| Worry with a monster
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| Young man he do what he wants
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| Yeah, can’t take you nowhere
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| Can’t take you any-anywhere
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| Worry with it
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| Look, you see duty, don’t you? |
| (You do)
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| Can’t take you nowhere
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| Can’t take you any-anywhere
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| I promised my mama that I’m gon' chill
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| Take your time young man
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| If I don’t drink liquor I know I will (Chill) |