| Them ain’t my problems, ayy, ayy
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| Them ain’t my problems, ayy
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| I know them sirens in my reflections, nigga, haha, haha
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| Shit, shit, shit
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| Them ain’t my problems
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| I know them sirens by reflection, please be cautious
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| I want my bread, I want my bread, like fuck yo problems, nigga
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| I know them sirens by reflection, please be cautious, nigga
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| Nigga, right
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| 'Cause I got pills for you and you too
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| I know you party wit' 'em
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| I know you hardly hid it
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| Tardy fearin' godly children
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| I know yo momma track yo phone like it’s prolly missin'
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| I know you just do it for likes on Vine, you hardly mention
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| The fact that you got a curfew and perfume
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| To cover up that ganja smell, you know yo mom’ll hurt you
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| And go all through your phone and look it up to see who served you
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| And now she call me up, I block yo number, back to work, fool
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| I wish, I wish I was a sucker
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| I wish the witch’ll switch the spell and just make me your lover
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| But that’s too much for me to picture, better crop or somethin'
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| I pop this pill, get stuck, I’m dead tonight I’m Pac or somethin'
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| Then I tell 'em
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| Not my problem
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| I know them sirens by reflection, please be cautious
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| I want my bread, I want my bread, like fuck them problems, nigga
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| I know them sirens by reflection, please be cautious nigga, right
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| Not my problem
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| I know them sirens by reflection, please be cautious
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| I want my bread, I want my bread, like fuck them problems, nigga
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| I know them sirens by reflection, please be cautious nigga, right
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| It’s funny
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| But look, my Uncle told me dope would make me money, then he used it
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| The fact he shot it up and still went broke used to confuse me
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| It’s freebie after freebie, texts soon as he heard my music
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| I feel bad for that nigga, still would serve him, need that moola
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| Like Jesus Christ, you on my side, right, you’d die for me?
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| If they read my rights I won’t be fried, right, let me be free
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| If I’m Xanned then how I’m gon' remember where keys to my Beem?
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| If I’m Xanned then I’m just sleepin' that’s jus' me close to my dreams
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| That shit crazy, that’s just life, that’s how crazy niggas think
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| Through every right, up every off, I’m still crazy for my team
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| Fuck the talking, fuck those, they all crazy wit
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| I just eat all by myself 'cause niggas crazy when they don’t eat
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| Them ain’t my problems
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| I know them sirens by reflection, please be cautious, hey, I know
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| So please be cautious, nigga
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| I want my bread, I want my bread, like fuck yo problems, nigga
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| Yeah, y’all niggas heard what I said |