| Ah-ohhh
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| Ooooh
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| Sefru shit bang
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship
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| Fuck about no friendship, ohhh, oh oh
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| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah
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| But at least you keep it scented
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (get money, get money)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (get money, get money)
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (get money, get money)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah
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| Fakest motherfuckers out here doin' the most
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| Raise a glass of wine while they make us some toast
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| Run they mouth a lot when they turn their back on me
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| But don’t meet face-to-face so I can fix up they nose
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| Catch me, you gon' catch me doing my damn thing
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| Run the city, I don’t pull no hamstring
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| Don’t fuck with cops so I can’t pull no hamstrings
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| But with all the risk I’m taking, I leave the fat off my bacon
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| I’m a young go-getter and I know better
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| Then I let another slow me down
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| This for everyone who hold me down
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| Who picked me up when I was down
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| Ain’t nobody to be found
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| Take a seat 'cause I’ma need your ass to understand
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| I weighed up my ashes before I weighed up a gram
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| DM on my Instagram turn into a DM for an instant gram
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| I go all in, ain’t bluffin' every time that shit, I keep it sexy
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| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah
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| But at least you keep it scented
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money)
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (Get money, get money)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah
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| Fakest motherfuckers out here doin' the most (doin' the most)
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| Actin' like clowns out there, missin' a joke (missin' a joke)
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| Claimin' that they flex but they got no rubber bands
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| I’m a go-getter, you should know better
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| Told you like a hundred times that the money’s mine
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| All these honeys fine, underline
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| And my bars are dope as ever, proof that I ain’t done with crime
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| This is the distribution, I’m the main supplier
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| A solo institution 'cause all the fakes were flyin'
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| Now even with my eyes closed, I could sell my vision
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| But I listen to the ones who ain’t on television
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| Now let me tell my vision, I cut my friend, no circumcision
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| Made the best decision; |
| when my gut speaks, I’ma listen
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| And right now I’m hungry for success
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| Put you money where your mouth is, learn some facts, sheesh
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| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah
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| But at least you keep it scented
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh,
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| huh-huh)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh,
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| huh-huh)
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh,
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| huh-huh)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah
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| And sometimes the fakest motherfuckers be the ones closest
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| Darker than Black Sabbath, back-stabbin' ass vultures
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| Shit, I be on my pivot; |
| sucker-free I be stayin'
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| Fuck 'em, G, I ain’t playin; |
| could buck 'em and leave 'em layin'
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| They don’t want that; |
| naw, really, man, ain’t no better though
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| Told the 16's get on
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| Chronic
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| flow
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| Made in God’s image' problem is, I be sinnin'
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| Cherish Apia City, with these problems I be spittin'
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| You ain’t never knew the 6-eighty-5 till I put it on
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| Check the rap sheets, only fights and the streets
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| See, I’m a good Christian, uce; |
| just don’t fuck me around
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| If you owe me money, stay your ass out of town
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| Time to stack up; |
| Poet got merch that’s for sale
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| Man, I go to any village and packages 'round the world, Vi
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| It ain’t a contest 'cause when you spit
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| Your rhyme stink like your mama’s breath, sheesh
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| [Chorus: Lazy J &
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| POETIK
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| How you talk that shit and keep it censored, yeah
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| (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
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| But at least you keep it scented
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| (Yeah)
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah
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| (Come on)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah
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| (Lazy)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, yeah
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| (Free nigga)
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| (huh, huh-huh) (Get money, get money)
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| Don’t apologise if you ain’t never meant it, yeah (Get money, get money) (huh,
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| huh-huh)
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| Could give no fuck about a friendship, oh yeah (Get money, get money) |