| Give a fuck if yo' pockets low, we been living lowkey
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| Wonder how we was popping bottles, this far below the
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| Poverty line, wasn’t no avocados but toast was on me
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| Early, would break fast was hopping gates, would do the same to pearly
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| Mistakes add up, some niggas could name the police
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| Some niggas always need somebody else name on the lease
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| Some of us struggling to find inner peace, I’m still fighting a beast
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| I show love, I definitely want it requited at least
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| The odds stackd against shorty and despite it she prach
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| While I’m smoking my roach
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| Nigga, been treehugging, tryna widen my reach
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| More vitamin E
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| Really tryna widen my scope
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| They tryna tell me
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| My freedom abides in a vote
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| That died on a boat
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| It’s on that very water I choke
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| Most times I get dry before I speak
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| I die before I spoke
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| I cry when I see
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| But, never ask why 'cause I know
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| They give a fuck if you fly, we supposed to fly or sell dope
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| We supposed to give them the keys so they can get in the door
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| Still had to kick in the door just to get in the door
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| When he was five and we gon' call the boy a thug for the rest of his life
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| Yeah, you know I walk through
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| Everything they taught me
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| Still feeling groggy
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| Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee, no Joffrey
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| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly
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| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly
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| Folk don’t get to see themselves too often
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| Only look at mirrors through the smoke
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| Everything go rogue
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| Everything’s glossy
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| I fear no evil at all
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| I pray my closest don’t fold, I know somebody gon' fall
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| Fuck saving face, I can’t keep changing pace to stay up with y’all
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| This ain’t a race see niggas running in place to chase waterfalls
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| I can relate, I can’t erase the times when I dropped the ball
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| Was tryna handle it all, I’m no Kyrie in the least
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| I had to learn it the harder way, niggas pennies decrease
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| A couple niggas deceased, I watched some niggas retreat
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| You ever had a peace treaty with niggas you still don’t fuck with?
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| I started turning my cheek
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| I had to turn a new leaf on niggas smoking swisher sweets
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| Was on them backwoods for some weeks
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| Then I got straight to the paper, my paper straight as a crease
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| Got paperweights for receipts
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| Got labelmates we been scammed by the same man, we don’t speak
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| The neighbors hate, we don’t speak
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| Don’t come through preaching, just practice whatever you was gon' preach
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| And scratch my back if you reach
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| Gotta match my joint if you smoking
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| These niggas will do you like leeches
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| I’m seeing ghosts like it’s Bleach
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| I brought my sand to a fire hydrant, created a beach
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| I put my soul in these beats
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| Yeah, you know I walk through
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| Everything they taught me
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| Still feeling groggy
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| Heavy on the caffeine in my coffee, no Joffrey
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| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly
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| I ain’t tiptoeing, that’s too costly |