| They cheese, they cheese, they cheese
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| Yeah, it’s lookin' good
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| They lookin' up to green like they in Hollywood
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| L-l-livin' by the wayside, like they up in Bayside
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| Foolish for thinkin' we more than clay, right?
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| All by myself here without a filter
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| And no siphon like a street fighter kickin'
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| This ain’t in my peripheral, trying to be introduced
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| To become the driving force of livin' loose while I’m in a noose
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| Hey devil, you tryna pull all my strings though
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| But I can see right through you like you behind a screen though
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| Intensity like I can be the best if I lean close
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| But you all smoke and mirrors, and I’m talkin' to G-Smokes
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| Maybe you wanna come around and tell me something dirty
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| Ringing me around and fooling, what, you trying to hurt me
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| Everything you do is ruining, you thirsty
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| But you can’t move, cause I’m covered up in
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| And I’m here now
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| See this trap right here, something’s clear how
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| My faith can bust my fear down
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| Imma let the world know till I hit the ground, yuh |