| I’ve been through a lot boy
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| (Punk star)
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| I’ve been through a lot boy
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| I ain’t gonna stop boy
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| Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
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| I ain’t gonna stop boy, yeah
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| Always runnin' from the cops, boy
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| Yeah
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| Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
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| Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
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| We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
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| You got a big gun? |
| Who you shot, boy? |
| (Huh?)
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| Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
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| Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
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| We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
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| Damn, I’m a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)
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| Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? |
| (Lyin' in the streets)
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| Why the fuck you lyin' to me? |
| (Lyin' to me)
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| Why the fuck you lyin' to her? |
| (Lyin' to her)
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| You couldn’t even buy her the purse (Nah)
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| Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)
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| I just want some money for my mother (Damn)
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| This ain’t a competition (Nah)
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| Please listen (Yeah)
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| Hold up, listen to me, right?
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| I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
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| But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)
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| 'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)
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| And they are not like you at all
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| And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
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| I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
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| That’s why I got respect, 'cause I ain’t a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah)
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| Yeah, yeah, damn
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| Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
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| Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
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| We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
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| You got a big gun? |
| Who you shot, boy? |
| (Huh?)
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| Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
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| Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
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| We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
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| Damn, I’m a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)
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| You ain’t on the block, boy
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| Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah
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| You hot, boy?
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| That ain’t smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy
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| And for what?
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| You’re diggin' ya own grave
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| You’re diggin' ya own grave, yeah |