| Waking up in the morning
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| Sweat, you bet feel regret
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| Clock is set but I still got hours left
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| Now it’s five o’clock, I’m taking panic breaths
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| Paranoid thought fiending for a hit of the meth
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| Setting for caffeine
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| Had another nightmare, had another bad dream
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| I roll though the scene
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| Not rolling in greens
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| Yet I feel eyes sitting in my back; |
| envy
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| People out to get me whether it be in the industy or in the big city
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| It’s like wherever I go, people acting as if they know me but they don’t
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| So is it me or is they thinking I’m wack
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| Is it me that they see or is it my act
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| Is it G’s that I need to go and stack
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| Is it pleasing and smiling to react
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| To the teasing they do with a new contract
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| All I see is fake smiling men in black
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| Acting like they my friends like dudes in an act
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| Matter of fact; |
| I’m about to crack
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| Break glass, quick fast
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| This lack of cash got me making these rash decisions
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| Looking passed my mission
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| Paranoid thought blurring my vision
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| As I’m sitting in front of the television I won’t fail to bite a nail
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| As I’m waiting to exhale
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| Like when my landlord tries to call me
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| I throw away the phone and reject the call
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| See, probably one time too many
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| That I had to pay my rent but I didn’t have any
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| Pesos or cashflow I lace flows on the daily, but it don’t pay a penny
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| Paranoid thought be consuming me
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| Leaving no room to see myself as anything other than a doomed mc
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| So maybe i’m a doomed mv
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| Or maybe…
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| Snakes in the grass, they on my a**
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| Don’t know who they are cause they’re moving fast
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| So many cats that be on my d***
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| It makes me sick
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| Thik they can take my cash quick
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| Paranoid as f***
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| They be looking at Pete Phily like they starstruck
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| Don’t they know me, wanna know me
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| Wanna throw me a pound like they my homie
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| Nah, they ain’t getting nada
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| Talkin don dada yadayada, wearing they pradas
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| Nah, I’ll keep my distance
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| It’s the business
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| It’s this crazy existence how weird it feels; |
| the chills through my spine
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| I just need to unwind
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| Yo, some say I’m manic depressice (panic)
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| All I can say is they been stalking me ever since I was an adolescent
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| Now between you and me
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| All that I can see is all these eyes folowing me
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| Now they’re coming for me
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| Now they’re gunning for me
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| Now I’m one running mc! |