| All I ever did was work hard for this sht
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| Thinkin back to when Chris was locked in the bin On my birthday in New York I
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| was pissed
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| Piss drunk spittin fck the law fck the pigs
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| Now 2 years later we tha offence ya bish Thought that we was gone we was up in
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| ya bitch I feel like JR w no shirt at the ships
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| And then I thank God forgive all of my sins
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| You ain’t had to do nothin for this piece sht Coulda left me in the hood wit
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| the dogs in the pit Left for dead w the snakes, the hogs and the pigs I think I
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| seen it all, see my mind’s hella bent
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| I rock pyjamas at the shows bottles in the VIP wifey got the whip,
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| engine Issa v6
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| I push the back from the 514 to the 6
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| This one for all my dogs in the bin
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| Pre chorus:
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| Say I
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| I Don’t like
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| Say I I I I
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| You’re talking too nice to me You’re talking too nice to me Something ain’t
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| right
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| We just don’t vibe
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| My ear itchin, my side pinchin
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| I think one of my side bitches bitchin about me
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| And voodoo doll stickin and stabbin pictures of my face
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| Cryin bout the places we been wishin she could erase Cause now when she go
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| anywhere she think of Nathan And how I used to dick her any time and location
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| And how it wasn’t a problem to pay sht
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| And how patient I was before goin ape sht And tear the place to the bassment
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| I bought u bracelets
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| And necklaces, ya neck was excellent Sex faces I make a mess of em
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| Still wasn’t enough for me to want to leave the rest of em alone I must admit
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| that my appetite has grown
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| And ion really see myself tryna starve it
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| I rather take my dick and lock it behind bars
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| I know it’s kinda hard for one to grasp as a concept
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| But since my pops left I’m a bastard
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| And I come off like I’m super social
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| I’m used to exposure to the vultures is never good for the culture I’m usually
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| in my house cuttin coke up
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| Weighing bags and pumpin weights
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| Fkn hoes, eatin, recording late
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| I’m kind of a tough one to relate to
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| Can u relate to that
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| Can’t do that stuff u do in Nate’s shoes
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| I break bread
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| Breadfruit, I’m fruitful cause of my labor
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| My hustle my time and my favours I don’t owe none naa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Marshall Mathers Type Beat , by - Nate Husser. Song from the album Geto Rock for the Youth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп