| Oh, this year, yeah
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| My bad
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| Thought it was last year
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| And six years before that, dickhead
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| Haha!
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| Listen here, my goal’s set, my vision clear
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| I don’t hang around no more because we on a different tier
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| Well aware, your energy’s off, I smell the fear
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| When some real shit happens, the fake will disappear
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| And we don’t believe none of your rhymes
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| Because the only thing that ever told the truth to me was time
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| They talk shit, then salute me on the grind
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| Then I walk away, and they try to shoot me in the spine — I’m
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| Just cooling, but the guns be firin'
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| They call me The Mayor cause I runs the island
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| Bitches rock to any club that I’m in
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| She don’t like me, but she wanna fuck my diamonds
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| You a virgin? |
| C’mere, let me bust your hymen
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| I get fly every day, we don’t trust a stylist
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| Where I’m from, all we know is plugs and sirens
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| Thugs that’s grinding, eating good, fuck surviving
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| You want safe in your desktop
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| My young boo got two bodies, never felt a wet twat
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| All we know is headshots, red dots, dead blocks
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| You looking stupid like a white nigga with dreadlocks
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| They talk crazy on the Gram and then the Feds watch
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| I’ll run down on an agent, and take the Fed’s watch
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| Now they pushing for a case
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| I’ll wipe my ball sweat and then mush you in the face, pussy!
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| You know the fuckin' vibes!
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| Stupid!
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| You know the fuckin' vibes!
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| You know the fuckin' vibes!
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| Stupid!
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| You know the fuckin' vibes! |