| I spit this shit like I want my plaque
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| I miss my nigs, can’t wait 'til them cats get back
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| What you need? |
| Twice, you ain’t gotta ask me that
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| He said that free life, go on, playa, do that that
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| This shit a fool, man, the gurp ain’t cool, man
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| Fresh off of paper, used all my favors
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| Come around our niggas now, they handle me worser
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| This being broke got me like a different person
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| Familiar with doing bad, sour let them hurt me
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| Familiar with doing math, I done touched a bird
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| The love but knowing damn well the slut wasn’t worthy
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| Done been in funk with a jammed 12 and ducked a Hershey
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| (Hongry) Like a homeless child
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| On his own, no food, just roaming wild
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| (Hongry, hongry) Like som hostages
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| Hustler, ain’t with it, can’t profit, nigga
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| (Hongry, hongry) Like a junki comin' down off one
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| Come through and dump rounds out one
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| (Hongry) Like I’m on intake, no commissary
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| I can see why my mama worried (Hongry, hongry) |