Get me out of the neighborhood, but not out of me neighborhood '
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It's super my strength, rag, it's my flair
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You know I have a spell as sweet as lightning
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And that ice, ice, you say the frost is coming
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Tell me you're burning it up
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With me and eight childhood friends
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And tell me we smoke wherever we want
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Put us in the house and we'll make it for you too
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That's not the job of rolling on shutters
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That's the decent thing to do, and it should end there
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Say 'Rach' I'm running with an entourage
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Long-distance pissing on any mileage
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So lit, come on with a tramp
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As read as I live only once
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And if you see me, cord, don't ask me shit
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You're trying to figure out something you can't find
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I saw you running something, what were you running?
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What would you do if you didn't see me drinking tea?
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You were pouring something over something, what were you mixing?
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What would you do if you didn't see me drinking tea?
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Your eyes are red, aren't you tall?
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What would you do if you didn't see me drinking tea?
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A song like in 2008 when do you give us more?
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What would you do if you didn't see me drinking tea?
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I wake up fresh before I run down the street
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Fuck a shower, fuck a joint and fuck your rope
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Lovelele is looking for me on the phone
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How do I know if I'm on the intercom?
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But misc on n 'on n' on
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In the car, on the plane and on foot
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They are just eyes and ears like a spy
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After the baron thing that smells like concrete
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I hold it in my lips like a baby bottle
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We walk biggy to the dome
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My job is to make your brain accordion
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You have baby lungs and I'm sending you to sleep
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I don't sleep because I'm looking for concrete cash '
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The lawn mowing season has begun
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And I'm the champion of how I share them all
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You talk about me, you feel the power from afar |