| I swear my papa know this kid the best
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| Believe I kept my promise, I ain’t touch a cigarette
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| Bottom in the cess, I ain’t into stress
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| 'Cause that shit gon bring you down when they intersect
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| Thank you back for what you winning next, I did enough
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| I copped a sweatsuit off a riveter
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| Watch us in this bitch, eating like it’s licorice
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| Watch them lick a dick, deep when I’m sippin' it
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| Tell my speech like gibberish
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| On the weekend, act a fool but the weeknights innocent
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| We was going even when the green light isn’t lit
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| L train, if you try to meet my syndicate
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| Remember all those sweet nights in the grit
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| He go hard 'cause the weak lines in the air
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| And I’mma spaz if the feline isn’t here
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| Each time, rhythm blare
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| Deep mind, vision clear
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| 5 train, knees bound, switchin' gear
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| We coming up until we burn the house down
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| Every course is like the fucking last round
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| I stand up, I don’t fucking back down |