| Had to leave early
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| 'Cause half the niggas that came with me is dirty
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| Murder cases, and the failures to appear
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| So quit tryna tell motherfuckas that I’m weird
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| Tell 'em 'bout the time you took my cash and whooped my ass
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| It don’t exist, you never did shit with yo lookin' ass
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| No past is given, just rash decisions and bad collisions
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| Now you can’t ask for forgiveness
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| I set the Guinness world record
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| Got it out the dirt, then I made the world respect it
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| While you can’t do shit 'til yo big homie say so
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| So kick back and lay low, while I move the payload
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| My mental, unstable, I’m cut loose, a cable
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| Still hold down my state though, from Frisco to Daygo
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| Put food on the table when you wasn’t able
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| Like I had a halo, so what’s all the hate for?
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| I’m grateful
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| Still gettin' to it, I’m thankful
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| Got messages from executives, but I ain’t messin' with none of these labels
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| '90s shit, the grimiest
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| I’m sayin', come and find me, bitch
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| Puffy on that shiny shit, been killin' shit since '96
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| 'Member? |
| You DM me on some «sign me» shit
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| I got the screenshots on the wall right behind me, bitch
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| «Can you ask your fans to follow me?»
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| But now you won’t acknowledge me or gimme no apology
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| It’s evident, it’s elephant to mouse psychology
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| Big name nigga scared of somebody as small as me?
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| «He ain’t worth it, he’s underground», that’s what you tell yourself
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| They cancel tours, I’m ready for war, bitch, prepare yourself
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| Bomb first, like Pac did
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| Put your hand out to shake it, I’ll break it, rip it out the socket
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| Arm danglin', all I’m sayin' is I’m not playin'
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| Y’all tryna go bar for bar, can’t hang with it
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| Him is I, and I am he
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| Slim without the tilted brim so my eyes could see
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| The temperament of simpletons just despisin' me
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| Y’all ain’t equipped, you attempt to analyze a G
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| But really, it’s just a half-circle with a line up and a line across
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| You investigate the time it cost
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| The sacrifice that defines the boss
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| Then you went tryna find a cross
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| Couldn’t hang, 'cause you’re kinda soft
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| Gave up, and you finally lost
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| It’s Big Murs, and I’m signin' off
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| (Yeah nigga) |