| No bags under my eyes, baggies without the eyes
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| My chick sitting thick twisting Swishas over her thighs
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| And keep her hand sitting ‘bout waist high
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| Give her the eye touch she give me face time
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| All I need is to proceed staying black and die
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| Avoiding penguins-ass niggas just actin' fly
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| I need my jeans to fit loose so the hammer ain’t tight
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| Patiently stacking paper where the cameras ain’t bright
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| I need a way to strip the stripper glitter out of my clothes
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| And keep the twinkle out my eye when ass is outta control
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| And keep money out the sky as she slide down the pole
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| Watch knights that kill niggas instead of watching the throne
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| In an age where bitch made killers follow you home
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| Make it a pistol issue when the mitts getting thrown
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| Need a way to keep my kids safe if ever alone
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| Don’t keep the peace by watching they tone — skin
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| In a world full of complicated
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| Seeing souls getting compensated
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| With some bullshit cash to flash around
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| Motherfucker
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| You sold out cheap
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| In a world where the educated
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| Learn from the over medicated
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| They all telling me
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| You are all I need
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| Don’t waste my time
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| With shit that you want
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| No more
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| Don’t waste my time
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| With shit that you want
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| I done watched chicks turn to pimps
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| Pimps turn to John
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| A world baptized with hate turn to Psalms
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| Reparations checks make Natti turn to Tron
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| Living for the city with dice shaking my arm
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| Take a nigga’s ice to cool down my palm
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| On a real hot streak right now
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| On a real hot street right now
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| Unmarked sharks circling
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| All I need’s a guy and a jar to put the purple in
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| Hole in the ceiling to stash shit
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| Used to have a hole in the wall I ain’t have shit
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| Busted bucket for a whip my chick was a half wit
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| Couldn’t stack a dime talking grip in the past tense
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| Now all I ask is to keep all that black history
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| You miss me with that bullshit once keep missing me
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| I hit the set around the time my P.O. |
| quit pissing me
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| Round the time that y’all started listening |