| I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass
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| I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass
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| Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back
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| So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass
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| And that 101 like the highway in hell
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| Going too damn fast, I spilled drink on my Chanel
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| And I woke up and my room’s fuckin' trashed like a damn hotel
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| And where I’m goin' next now? |
| Only time will tell
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh
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| I done spent some time chasin' women that don’t give a shit
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| I done learned my lessons and I ain’t never gon' forget
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| Started callin' this shit, started ballin' and shit, started flickin' that wrist
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| They ain’t never listened, now I’m makin' them hits so I’m fuckin' your bitch
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| (Ooh)
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| No, it ain’t that difficult for me to forget that you ever exist
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| Bet you remember my name when I pull up in that whip that doesn’t exist (Skrrt)
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| Spill lean on Supreme last Saturday
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| Let that shit splash, motherfucker talk saucey
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| Pass me them drugs, motherfucker let me try 'em
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| At the White House, call my homie Joe Biden, he flyin' out weed
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| Smokin' my dope, Bathing Ape, that be the clothe
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| Man, don’t be silly, that shit you rockin' is old
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| Like it’s years since you been to the store
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| Feel like Meek Milly but I ain’t from Philly
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| I’m poppin' a wheelie, I show off my grillie
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| I do this for real-y and for my fam-ily
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| Same shit every night, man, it’s all so famil'-y
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| The bitches they killin' me
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| Like, bitch, are you kiddin' me?
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| Ballin', that shit Jason Kiddin' me
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| You can’t get rid of me
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| Yeah, you want my chain
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| and my chi bitch
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| I’m real good at chemistry
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh
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| Woah-oh |