| You know, I just had a dream, it’s—
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| It’s 5AM in Miami, we in the Doubletree parking lot, it’s just—
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| It’s me and my niggas, we just vibin', we just, you know
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| Nightmares of demons, fightin' for my last breath
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| And it’s so fucked up, I’m the last real nigga left
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| And it’s more fucked up, ain’t got nobody but myself
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| When I stayed, you niggas left, when I was up, you niggas slumped
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| And you know how many secrets I done kept? |
| How many people I done helped?
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| They know I ain’t the type to speak about what I did for someone else
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| Bitch, I want Grammys on the shelf and I ain’t stoppin' 'til they there
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| Five in the mornin' in Miami, me and my niggas, nobody else
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| And I ain’t tryna show my dark side, 'cause my dark side somethin' else
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| And I ain’t really with the dissin', 'cause that dissin' shit get you killed
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| That shit they talk about, I ain’t fuckin' with it, I don’t listen to it,
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| I can’t hear
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| And if you fuck around with them fuck-arounds, then you fuck around and get
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| flipped
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| You better not come around on my side of town, it’s a hundred round in each clip
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| I been on weed and irky ills, don’t drink no liquor, I don’t sip
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| Sure to get like Steve Urkel, I know her knees hurtin'
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| I feel like I need her, she feel like she need a Birkin
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| Lately I been thinkin' ownership, shit, I need my people workin'
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| But you know we ain’t gon' be the street and all of her kids are certain
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| 'Cause all of her kids deserve shit, all of her kids were hurtin'
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| And that why I go hard and put my heart in each and every verse
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| Do this shit for the squad, hoppin' in cars, puttin' in legwork
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| And I was gone on tour for two months straight, bitch, my head hurt
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| Got home, hopped in my bed, some shit I held in I shoulda said first
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| Born cursed, you can ask every doctor and every nurse
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| Nightmares of demons, fightin' for my last breath
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| And it’s so fucked up, I’m the last real nigga left
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| And it’s more fucked up, ain’t got nobody but myself
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| When I stayed, you niggas left, when I was up, you niggas slumped
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| And you know how many secrets I done kept? |
| How many people I done helped?
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| They know I ain’t the type to speak about what I did for someone else
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| Bitch, I want Grammys on the shelf and I ain’t stoppin' 'til they there
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| Five in the mornin' in Miami, me and my niggas, nobody else
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| And we been goin' for about a week, shit, we ain’t sleepin', we just gettin' it
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| Ayy, grab that ho, I know she freaky, told her eat, bro, you know she eat it
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| Oh, you gon' make me wait for it? |
| Bitch, why you lyin'? |
| I know you eat
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| Oh, you want me to pay for it? |
| You out your mind, go, get to leavin'
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| Finally on the block with some demons and dope fiends, they all fiendin'
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| Just don’t tell nobody if you see me
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| And I don’t know what’s up, don’t wake me up, feel like I’m dreamin'
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| Told her I’ll never leave, say a lot of shit I don’t be meanin'
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| But you know after the rain go, then there go the rainbow
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| I just rolled me a fat one and let all the pain go
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| All my niggas bad one, this shit ain’t the same, though
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| How the hell are you havin' fun without havin' the pain show?
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| You know they only love you when it’s beneficial
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| They only wanna see you livin' when they livin' with you
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| They might go and report your page you crop 'em out the picture
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| Think about my angels every day, it’s hard not to miss 'em
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| Nightmares of demons, fightin' for my last breath
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| And it’s so fucked up, I’m the last real nigga left
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| And it’s more fucked up, ain’t got nobody but myself
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| When I stayed, you niggas left, when I was up, you niggas slumped
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| And you know how many secrets I done kept? |
| How many people I done helped?
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| They know I ain’t the type to speak about what I did for someone else
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| Bitch, I want Grammys on the shelf and I ain’t stoppin' 'til they there
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| Five in the mornin' in Miami, me and my niggas, nobody else |