| South side loving the crew, every time we come through
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| East side niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through
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| West side niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through
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| North side niggas, yeah they loving the crew, every time we come through (Yeah,
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| Fuck with me, ay)
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| Yeah baby girl
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| I know that shits bright
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| But
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| Its a picture Nini
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| Please
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| Look at the light
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| For me
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| You don’t know what this wasteland really mean to me
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| Make me Wonder
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| If hell contain a pretty scenery
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| Shit
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| These stories
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| Nigga feeling Aesop
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| Got the whole street yelling
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| When a nigga run from cops
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| Every fence
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| Getting hopped
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| Celebration
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| Don’t stop
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| Hoping they never take our feet away
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| And the connection
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| It never gets severed
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| Told grams
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| I’mma try my hardest make her live forever
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| It aint work, a nigga blasting
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| All my work is everlasting
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| Whats ya worth
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| They finna ask it
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| Why playing in a casket
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| Little man
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| Just because you think you grown now
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| Means even more watch ya motherfucking tone now
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| When you talk to me
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| We aint friends
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| I ain’t playing
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| Baby boy
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| Look in the mirror
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| Start to wobble in his chain
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| Humming
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| The love aint scarce, and we ain’t scared
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| Love aint scarce
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| And we aint scared
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| Got so much family in here
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| Love ain’t scarce
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| Nigga, we aint scared
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| The l ove aint scarce, and we ain’t scared
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| Love aint scarce
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| And we aint scared
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| So much family in here
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| The love ain’t scarce
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| Nigga, we aint scared
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| Light skin nigga
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| Take the bass and the baritone
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| Down type frightened
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| You can tell by the pheromones, chip on ya shoulder
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| Color of a waffle cone
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| Cant leave the house without being doused in copper tone
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| Enlightened
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| Like skin brightnen cream
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| Y’all better stop
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| Pull back the rubber band on good hair
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| And let it pop
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| Nightmares, not dreams of things
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| I regret alot
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| But fuck everybody
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| I’m the king, like Coretta Scott
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| I don’t struggle with humility and grace
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| I move with impunity, vanish without a trace
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| Colorism is just anothing ism to keep us lost
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| But, as a child, it was some shit that I’d reenforce (oh no)
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| Didn’t know how to properly acknowledge my benefit
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| Acting all innocent
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| Heavenly angel, with the halo was bent and dented in
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| With the lights dimmered
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| Damn no pun intended
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| Man I’ve been a trifling nigga
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| Maybe thats why I spent a grip on all types of liquors
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| Prolly not
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| Just some unrelated poppy cock
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| Poetry is life
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| This shit is not a hobby, ahk
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| World to all them idealistic suckers at the coffee shop
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| I’m mourning time
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| Tell my bitch that we got morning time
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| On it until the morning time, She got that Florida shine
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| Laid back and she pouring wine
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| Hit you with the 30, never cross me like
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| Border lines
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| Mami know papi the man though
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| Spent hands on, for niggas before the gram
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| I been grinding since yo grandma been cooking ham
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| Shoot you like series or something
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| Put you on cam
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| I’m the man on camera bitches is bowing
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| Keep the money in the family like Italians
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| Hit his ass a thousand times, niggas be wylin
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| She ask me how I feel
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| I’m tryna see a money mountain
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| Bitch I’m ballin, I’m up a hundred and counting
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| She wan' fuck with the youth
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| She found the fountain
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| Whats the foundation
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| Told her have some pounds waiting
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| You just at a sound station
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| Oh you sound basic
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| I pray to god that I don’t pray for kids
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| I pray to god that I don’t pray for kids
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| I pray to god that I don’t pray for kids
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| I pray to god that I don’t pray for kids
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| I pray to god that I don’t pray for
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| Lil niggas with halos
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| Hope that pistol knows pathos
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| Logos etched they halo
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| Don’t move until they say so
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| Saying
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| In this case
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| Lay low, cool!
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| Be cool
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| Be cool
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| Barbershop talking shit
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| Hard to walk a mile in em
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| These shoes, size 10
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| From the hood
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| We know sizing
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| Still finding a ways
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| We keep fighting
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| Stack remind me, I need to save
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| Take care of fam, bring old age
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| I’m an old me
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| Fave dance was the old man
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| Oh wait shit
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| Used to love to shoot pool with my old man
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| Can’t push a rope
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| Thats word to my old man
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| Let it sit
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| Pops chill
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| Let it sit
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| Tryna get a magnum
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| All chill, all about action
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| Saw all these factors
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| Gimme clean captions
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| Look how it snapped him
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| The god slapped him
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| Heat bring traction |