| Bacon over bitches
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| It’s 3 AM
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| Smokin' on all different kinds of kush right now
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| Shout outs to the lil' homies
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| Yo
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| Man, the time flies fast and it’s hard to believe
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| Got a regime full of felons with a heart on their sleeve
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| Part of me please it’s a breeze, you’re retarded it seems
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| On the mission for commission, listen love it or leave
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| Roar on the street with a bum strap drunk as can be
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| Fuckin' with me is a death wish, something to see
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| And I’ve done pay my dues, duke, nothin' is free
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| Comin' clean up to scene when I’m dumpin' the heat, pooowww
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| Cocksucker, I don’t play no games and I could never figure out how I stayed so
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| sane
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| I was searchin' for revenge 'till the bankroll came, now I owe to my team,
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| I don’t say no names, ah
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| Listen pimpin' you spittin' that hard garbage
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| Makes we wonder why the fuck you even got started?
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| I’m toe taggin' these broke faggots, I’m back, buddy
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| This is real life rap, no cash, muddy
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| I’ve been up all night, been asleep all day
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| Got my mind on the grind and I need to get paid
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| I’m flat broke and it’s harder than it seems
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| I’m out here trynna make a dollar out a dream
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| Son, I meant it when I said that I’m flat broke
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| Can’t cope, offer me a drag on your lasts spokes
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| Slap folks, see me in the suit with the black gloves
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| Fat joke and I don’t give a fuck 'cause I rap dope
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| I don’t need nothin' but my word and mah balls
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| You mad 'cause your bitch ever heard of me, dawg
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| Merkin' a fraud, you would snitch even attorney of law
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| Hella pissed off, has been and shooker the squad, ah
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| The tell me maybe I should watch my words
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| Walk the burbs in suspenders like an awkward nerd |