| Dropped out of school, got tired of makin' honor roll
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| Never been too far, knew I’d go Geronimo
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| My momma always said, «Boy, stay out the drama zone»
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| Since you gon' die alone, just make sure that your commas long
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| Miami waves, summer shade, couple Escapades
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| You never seen a Wraith, been in a Wraith, stay in your lane
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| My foes got me, his friend told me «Money ain’t everything»
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| Threw on my tennis chains, it brightened up my rainy days
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| I’m talking' Californication, she just jumped in the deep end
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| Better translation, that molly got her geekin'
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| A good vacation, got her listenin' to The Weeknd
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| The drugs outdated, looked in the sky, I seen a penguin
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| Threw couple racks at Nina’s, bought her shoes for no reasons
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| She pour my cup, she rolled me up, here for the right reasons
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| Three hoes want me to freak show
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| Leanin', tweakin', had to grab my pistol, check the peephole
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| Don’t trust a soul, that’s what you reach for
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| I knew back then we wasn’t equal
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| Learn from out mistakes, I took care of the wrong people |
| Bitch would leave with everything, you start showin' her that you need her
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| I said Supreme, everything, double C on both sneakers
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| Dropped out of school, got tired of makin' honor roll
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| Never been too far, knew I’d go Geronimo
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| My momma always said, «Boy, stay out the drama zone»
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| Since you gon' die alone, just make sure that your commas long
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| Miami waves, summer shade, couple Escapades
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| You never seen a Wraith, been in a Wraith, stay in your lane
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| My foes got me, his friend told me «Money ain’t everything»
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| Threw on my tennis chains, it brightened up my rainy days
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| Bitch, I’m stylin', Jon Cage
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| Taste of money from my juggs, that’s a fair exchange
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| I been surrounded by them thugs, know they gang bang
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| I been surrounded by them plugs and the same thing
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| Activis, losses I ain’t ever gon' get back
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| Blue jeans, so much it’s swag, keep goin' back
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| Dropped out of, sixteen, said, «PeaceP to the teacher, ain’t never goin' back
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| Head up my ass, gotta get back to stackin' them stacks
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| Presidential Rollie, that’s a dough boy dream |
| The only this is mad because I’m livin' my dream
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| Man, because I’m winnin' like I’m Charlie Sheen
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| Takin' beans to the extreme, goin' big things
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| Dropped out of school, got tired of makin' honor roll
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| Never been too far, knew I’d go Geronimo
|
| My momma always said, «Boy, stay out the drama zone»
|
| Since you gon' die alone, just make sure that your commas long
|
| Miami waves, summer shade, couple Escapades
|
| You never seen a Wraith, been in a Wraith, stay in your lane
|
| My foes got me, his friend told me «Money ain’t everything»
|
| Threw on my tennis chains, it brightened up my rainy days |