| I know junkies in my hood can find a needle in a haystack
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| We still ride with that heater when it’s summer
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| I got a vision, hope I make it out this tunnel
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| No, I’m not expecting you to love me, nah
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| I tell a lie right before I tell a promise, look
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| I don’t need a cosign, two hoes and they both mine
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| I fuck 'em all at the same time, not just a few, everybody slime
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| Up now, I ain’t going back to zero
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| Separate myself like I’m Pluto
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| Counting blue faces on Neptune
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| Maybe I’ll be back to Earth soon
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| Diss me in a song, I got no reaction
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| All the hits, Jonny Shipes, I’m with Cinematic
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| Crawford on 20, I been looking for the rest of me
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| Sitting in a cell, he don’t know if he gon' murk or read
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| Ask my hood, I can make a sack turn
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| Nine pair of red bottoms, I can make the MAC burn
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| My granny died, got more paper, I’m still her grandson
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| In the jail, I wish I was Barry, I couldn’t get no bonds
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| I won’t stop from stuffin' cash in the Goyard
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| Them or us, so we diggin' up old toys
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| Country model bitch gon' fuck me for a guitar
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| Plain Rolex just to get a nigga took off
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| Couldn’t fight the mud, 'cause I came from it, yeah
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| And I still got the same money, yeah
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| Knew you was loyal so I never would ask you
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| Damn, I broke your heart, you too good for a rapper
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| Seen God, I danced with the devil right after
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| Finally caught myself, I’m running away from love
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| But I’m blind to the other end, nah
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| I finally caught myself, I’m running away from love
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| Now let me tell you what I’m seenin'
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| It’s the front of April (Fools), still jumping out the Maybach
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| I know junkies in my hood can find a needle in a haystack
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| We still ride with that heater when it’s summer
|
| I got a vision, hope I make it out this tunnel
|
| No, I’m not expecting you to love me, nah
|
| I tell a lie right before I tell a promise, look
|
| I don’t need a cosign, two hoes and they both mine
|
| I fuck 'em all at the same time, not just a few, everybody slime
|
| Up now, I ain’t going back to zero
|
| Separate myself like I’m Pluto
|
| Counting blue faces on Neptune
|
| Maybe I’ll be back to Earth soon
|
| I don’t need a cosign, two hoes and they both mine
|
| I fuck 'em all at the same time, not just a few, everybody slime
|
| Up now, I ain’t going back to zero
|
| Separate myself like I’m Pluto
|
| Counting blue faces on Neptune
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| Maybe I’ll be back to Earth soon |