| Ducking when I see 'em from the night to the AM
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| Still creeping, ain’t a secret, keep my moves low
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| What the deal, we was still riding slow
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| Peep this, I know I ain’t got bread, but the seat fit
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| Souls grow with the seasons
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| Ain’t no reason, ain’t no reason
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| A nigga can’t breathe
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| Niggas in the cell or they trapped, see?
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| I be dreaming for the day that I can settle free
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| I see the angels got that eye on me
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| I see the guys with me
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| Look I love it, and I mean it
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| She loving it, she need it
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| Ain’t no other way around it, stay around
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| Bad lady, still got a crown
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| But I’m dying for a reason if it’s my time
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| At the end of the day, niggas on the front line
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| Dial tone leave a nigga with some lifelines
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| Too busy with her friends, sipping white wine
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| At least leave the keys to the civic outside
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| I be in Miami, spinning off
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| All I need is time, tryna pin a god on a cross
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| Snakes in the crew, cut 'em off
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| Fuck nigga get lost
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| I ain’t tryna leave my brother, but I can’t fall
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| I be back, whip it back
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| We can pick up where we left off
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| At the peak be the best part
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| Vest won’t protect if the head ain’t smart
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| Better keep your wise on
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| You better keep your head on
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| Or that’s yo ass, kiss that ass, go on
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| I came from tomorrow to take back the day
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| I’m the only force of nature that they call by name
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| From far and wide, and lightyears away
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| I was cast from the shadows that light my way
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| I came from tomorrow to take back the day
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| I’m the only force of nature that they call by name
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| From far and wide, and lightyears away
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| I was cast from the shadows
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| Send my complete thoughts in a semblance of peace
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| Call up my sis for retreat, call up my nympho for sleep
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| Clogging my lenses with weed
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| Palming a Swisher receipt
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| Up my defense for the evening, calm down eventually
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| My temper flare with the season
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| Picture me Flair with the blonde
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| Just watch temptations and tragedy, that’s what all of us on
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| Ruffin on all of my songs, roughing my bae in the bed
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| A Tray and a chain and you dead
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| That’s just that dominance dawg
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| I done lost a lot of empty pockets over quick thrills
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| I done crushed her heart and crushed a bar, it ain’t a big deal
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| I done had to park off of the boot, I couldn’t sit still
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| I done seen the dark side of the moon and I got mixed feelings
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| (Yea. that’s all I got for it) |