| No snake can snake me
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| It’s like I lived this life before
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| Like I seen this shit happen
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| We ain’t got the same blood
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| We just brothers from the mud
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| Grew up in the same hood
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| And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can’t judge
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| We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh
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| I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop
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| How you say you love me? |
| You my brother, but gave my name up
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| You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up
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| I’d do anything, plus give my fame up
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| You know I’d give my fame up
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| You know I will never change up
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| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck
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| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck
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| When I be gone off the ecstasy
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| Shorty, she gon' get the best of me (Let's get it)
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| And she know I be with killers
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| Her family is not accepting me (My gang, gang)
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| I nutted all in her and left, I told her I got a vasectomy (Yeah)
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| While them niggas get to at-ing me
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| Said they catchin' me, they stretchin' me (Grrrah)
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| Warnin' me, watchin' my back
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| They know I be gone off the medicine (Gang, gang)
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| My cousin had died on the cam
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| The police got footage and edit it (Big facts)
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| On God, I can’t get shit snatched
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| Can’t leave, I need that, give it back
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| Fuck shot, I need you kidnapped
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| Surprise, that Glock come gift-wrapped
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| I tatted all my dead homies in my skin (My skin, yeah, yeah)
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| Told them crackers on them B Airways they need yo' pen (Yeah, yeah)
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| Gulp a cup of my lean to wash off my sins (On God)
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| Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my Timbs
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| We ain’t got the same blood
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| We just brothers from the mud
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| Grew up in the same hood
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| And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can’t judge
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| We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh
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| I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop
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| How you say you love me? |
| You my brother, but gave my name up
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| You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up
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| I’d do anything, plus give my fame up
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| You know I’d give my fame up
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| You know I will never change up
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| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck
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| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck
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| Yo homie said they on me, I be with killas and parolees
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| The niggas police, I know they name-drop
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| You be rappin' 'bout that trap, but you ain’t never sold nothin'
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| I hold a grudge back in '09, you ain’t let me hold nothin'
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| You cheat on me, I swear I’ll beat you like you stole somethin'
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| Pillow talkin' to these hoes, yeah, you cold-blooded
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| How you follow me on the 'Gram and you don’t like pics?
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| I fucked a bitch, she like her girl, she don’t like dick
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| Cum on my nice sheets, they don’t like this
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| Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a nightstick
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| I swear I’m at my nicest, been through my crisis
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| We not to be played with, they on that night shift
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| Niggas tryna stick me up like I ain’t never showed no love
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| That petty shit let go, I told you I ain’t got no grudge
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| I don’t give no fuck, addicted to these drugs
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| When I was down and gone, them niggas ain’t send me nothin'
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| See red, I ain’t fuckin' with 'Tussin, bite down, I’m bustin'
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| Shoot first, you clutch, you mad I pressed yo' button
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| You know we read yo' mind, my niggas ain’t duckin'
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| You know you play with mine, ain’t no discussion
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| We ain’t got the same blood
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| We just brothers from the mud
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| Grew up in the same hood
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| And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can’t judge
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| We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh
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| I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop
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| How you say you love me? |
| You my brother, but gave my name up
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| You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up
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| I’d do anything, plus give my fame up
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| You know I’d give my fame up
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| You know I will never change up
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| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck
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| You know I’m that dude, but you let a lame fuck |