| Vicasso on another one
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| SephGotTheWaves
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| Name got a lil' fame, I watched everything change around me
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| Wanna hide a tape recorder 'fore I leave, see what they say about me, yeah
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| My niggas 'round me throwin' C’s, Blood too, but they ain’t sick at all
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| They mad that I’m a winner, sittin' up like, «When NoCap gon' fall?»
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| Subtracting all my friends, alone on Percocets and Adderalls
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| Thinkin' 'bout my past like quarterbacks, now I’m in front of y’all
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| I ain’t never seen Doctor Miami, but I went broke on bodies
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| Treat that Glock just like a microphone, can’t do a show without it
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| I hang with young thugs like Lil Keed, so they gon' know I got it
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| I was young, I spent thirteen on Louis V’s, it was hard then like Rockets
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| Told Jason I’m upset
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| I ain’t stunt my old bitch, but I’m on the X
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| I feed her face, ain’t have no choice but to buy her breasts
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| Got a bitch in Houston, still act like I don’t get her texts
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| You fucked the crew, girl, should’ve named you Freddy (Freddy Krueger)
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| And it’s smoky in Hell but we still tryna get to Heaven
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| Sim came home, I got him so high, he told me drop him off
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| I catch his killer, hit every shot, I gotta drop 'em all
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| Leave the door wide open, ain’t got no trust, still gotta knock 'em off
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| Heard niggas 'round me be wearin' bugs, I gotta watch my mouth
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| All these niggas rats, I’m finna click, I’ll probably break the mouse
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| Don’t go on dates and I ain’t gay, how a nigga gon' take me out?
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| Milk the game, give it to my son like I been saving cows
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| Think about my past like a receiver
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| Love spelled backwards is evil
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| Doctor Cap, I gotta take care my people
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| Don’t know no rats removed, but I used to need them
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| Name got a lil' fame, I watched everything change around me
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| Wanna hide a tape recorder 'fore I leave, see what they say about me, yeah
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| My niggas 'round me throwin' C’s, Blood too, but they ain’t sick at all
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| They mad that I’m a winner, sittin' up like, «When NoCap gon' fall?»
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| Subtracting all my friends, alone on Percocets and Adderalls
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| Thinkin' 'bout my past like quarterbacks, now I’m in front of y’all
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| I ain’t never seen Doctor Miami, but I went broke on bodies
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| Treat that Glock just like a microphone, can’t do a show without it
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| I hang with young thugs like Lil Keed, so they gon' know I got it
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| I was young, I spent thirteen on Louis V’s, it was hard then like Rockets |