| Someone tell me what the fuck these people want from me
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| I gotta eat, I gotta eat, bitch every night I feast
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| I press this ink into my skin just to feel some release
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| Or some relief, I can’t tell which I really want to think
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| If I’ma die then I will find my own demise and dip
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| I ride my bike to live my life, I drop the clutch and rip
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| Fill it up with 91 I’m pushin' 96
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| Fuck a lane switch, bitch, you know I lane split
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| I hear a voice, I make my choices and I take my risks
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| I do my drugs, I drink my liquor, just get my fix
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| Cuz I get mad as fuck just dealing with the ignorance
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| Of empty heads, of empty life, of empty fucking bliss
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| I know some stupid bitches really wanna hate on me
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| But when I see 'em they dont have a thing to say to me
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| You see that lane you in is really fuckin' lame to me
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| I’m tryna teach, I steady practice what the fuck I preach, bitch
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| Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
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| Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
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| Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
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| Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me
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| Someone tell me what the fuck these people want from me
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| Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me-me
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| Someone tell me what the fuck these people want from me
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| Tell me, tell me what the fuck these people want from me-me-me |