| When I’m off of all these bars, I should be behind some bars
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| Sew them tight when I fall, yeah they got me
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| Like when I’m off all these bars, treat my broad like her bra
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| Throw her off I’m livin' free like yeah they got me
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| Shit that bitch a fool I don’t get it
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| She think I’ll fill her jar up as long as the seal wit it
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| She think she play her cards right as long as she deal with it
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| Well bitch this shelter closed, so you can’t use this meal ticket
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| When I was 16 I went and copped it from my mans
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| And ever since then I just been coppin' from my mans
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| My mother found my stash, if she knew she’d understand
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| Lie to her say «I sell em» she said «Don't end up in jail»
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| Then motherfuckers askin' me like «What would you do different?»
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| Just prob’ly take less and never look up in the mirror
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| Now motherfuckers asking me like «Why you actin' different?»
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| Then have a heart to heart but by the morning I forget it
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| I’m like, hey
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| All this xan in my system make a nigga go crazy (aye, aye) x 3
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| I would try to get off it but i’m feelin' too lazy
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| Like all this xan, all these thoughts
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| All this xan, all these thots
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| All this xan, all this guap nigga, right x 3
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| Like all this xan, thoughts, xan, thots, xan guap nigga, nigga, nigga |