| Aye, aye, sir
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| Pops tired, pops tired, pops tired
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| I told him chill
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| When I get it, he can throw away the bills
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| He ain’t trying to sell
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| Problems on my head, sun up in the field
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| New slaves up in the field
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| New pain, some don’t never feel
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| What you know bout that for real?
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| Lookin' at his face, he don’t look the same
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| Shook still, look him in the eyes
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| Nigga, in my head
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| I ain’t the one to hide from niggas
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| If you fam, I’m ridin' with ya
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| We was runnin' from the pigs only
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| All me, gun up in my face
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| Nigga, what it’s gon be
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| Smiling with my gold teeth
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| Might put on a long tee
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| Skating in the streets, I’m a army
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| Freedom Man on me
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| White man hatin' on me, I’mma break regardless
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| We still in for the pink while you too busy stealin' charges
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| And sisters goddess, word to the collar squad goddess
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| We be with the gods often
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| See the sky fallin', see the sky fallin', wait
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| Chill, chill, chill, nigga, chill, nigga, chill, chill, nigga, chill
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| Don’t you want me, I’m posh
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| Don’t know why
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| Don’t know much
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| Hey, I be trying to awake my demons |
| I’m trying to awake my demons
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| Hey, give me some morphine
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| Give me some morphine
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| Give me some morphine
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| Give me some more fiends
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| I’m trying to awake
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| I’m trying to awake my demons |