| I wake up every morning feeling like slapping a nigga
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| Squeeze trigger, stay scheming then I realize I’m still dreaming
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| Oops, psych! |
| believing in believers ability to still scream for a nigga till
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| you get nosebleeds
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| I be so scuffed up from kicking them rocks
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| And if you’re so tough come run up and get clocked
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| Tick tock tock tock
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| If you got them slippery socks
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| Yo I’mma give it all that I got
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| To make a nigga slide in the vault
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| Then bake a nigga dash in some salt
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| I bring a nigga home and pole vault
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| Then blame a nigga like it’s your fault
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| (You're fault!)
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| I never understood and I will never understand
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| The tolerance for ho-ishness that some of you people have
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| «ME?"You, yeah you
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| I’m talking to the middle man
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| Like how you’re content with giving someone else the upper hand
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| Walking around your cubicle, your tie with your coffee mug
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| Syphoning the hard earned work from the thugs and hustlers, cause
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| Takin a chill pill before I whip my sword out like uma in kill bill
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| Makin niggas gasp like Emmitt Till
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| And I’mma keep on giving you the gospel like God’s will, Peace! |
| Be Still
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| This is God’s will peace be still
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| Can I fall in love before the world ends?
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| Can my record get a few major spins? |
| I’m saying
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| I don’t wanna think about tomorrow because I’m still hustling
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| Until then, I guess it’s just me, you, theses food stamps and cravings
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| No raisins in the sun, just Funyins and a Sunkist, we up in the club making it
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| mist
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| Like a missed alcohol (though I see it every night)
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| And that tylenol I take everyday period like midil
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| Bye y’all, I’m moving on to other things by y’all
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| But not quite bilateral, more like three floors up and down the hall
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| Let the bygones be bygones, and try to keep the peace like Obama and Biden
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| All my friends are talented, all my friends got mad skills
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| All my girlfriends wear heels, all my niggas drug deal
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| We’re tight (psych!) |