| I’m a down south Florida boy, ain’t goin' back to Hollywood
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| From the gutter to your guts, let me ignite the firewood
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| Still, I roll slow in that Chevy donk, never forget
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| Where I rose up from, spit on my face, get rid of my funds
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| And who am I? |
| Just another guy stuck in desperation
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| Lookin' at the ceilin' fan, spinnin' around, havin' a panic attack
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| I don’t pop no pills 'cause it don’t take the pain away from me
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| I don’t crack no seals 'cause it done took the gang away from me
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| I’ve been known to pimp a ho, got dirty loafers on my feet
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| Bitch, you got me mesmerized, them thighs the size of me
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| Let me slide inside your body beef, bitch
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| I got my chain on, ain’t a thing wrong with a broken frozen wrist
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| (Bitch)
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| (Bitch)
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| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
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| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
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| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase
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| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another
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| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
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| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
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| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase
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| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another
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| Everything I did is crumblin' beneath my feet
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| I’m feelin' lonely, feelin' like I’m only stuck with memories
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| Take me back to what I was, take away what I’ve become
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| Take away the grayer days, take the bullet out my brain
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| Take my dick out your mouth and let me be myself
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| I wonder what the people around me think about me
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| Back to my shady ways I go, pack the Gat and let it blow
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| Just let my lover, brother, mother, sisters, father know I love 'em
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| Mikey, I told you we was gon' be somethin'
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| Look at us now 'cause now we buzzin', pressin' buttons
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| Diamonds dancin' by the dozen
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| Nick, I told you we would rise from nothin'
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| Look at the way they look at me now
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| Rich forever, blowin' money 'til I’m senile
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| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
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| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
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| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase
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| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another
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| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
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| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
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| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase
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| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another
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| I got addicted to the money as I fell inside a hole
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| The cries and crowd get louder, the deeper that I go
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| Nobody know what I’ve been doin', tell myself I hate myself
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| I can’t control the cards I’m dealt
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| I spent a lot of time alone inside my room
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| Thinkin' about what I would do if I knew you was on the fence about me too,
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| bitch
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| I crashed the whip and hit a bitch, and almost killed the bitch
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| And now I’m back in the Cadillac with that black pistol grip
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| The AC don’t work and I’m feelin' like I was a kid again
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| Feelin' like I wasn’t gettin' in with the cooler kids
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| How the fuck can I get out of this funk?
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| If I die, you cry, then move on, the next day
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| I’m ill-advised, fuck you, bitch, you can’t even look me in my eyes
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| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
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| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
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| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase
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| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another
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| Them suicidal thoughts inside the Cadillac won’t fade away
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| Another day I piss away, another day don’t go my way
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| Another ho gon' look my way, lookin' for a paper chase
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| But, bitch, I’m not the one, so get your comfort from another
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| Fade away, fade away |