| Mo' life, mo' weed
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| I see you lookin' at me but I’m out’cho league
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| I could tell how you move but you not my speed
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| Not sayin' less about you, it’s more about me
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| So-
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| Little nigga bang back
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| Fuck, where that ass at
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| Bitch, where that cash at?
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| Bitch, where that cash at?
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| 'Cause if you ain’t on that, you really gettin' laughed at
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| I’m on a fast track, and I’m not tryna flash back
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| To my crazy days, yeah, I had some crazy ways
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| It was a crazy phase, but, nigga, I got crazy paid
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| Woo, caught a few crazy fades
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| Though I’m still with the shit, each day it fades
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| So much shit done changed, shit, mostly me
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| Drugs had me makin' decisions emotionally
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| Allowin' motherfuckers to get too close to me
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| But now, a nigga like-
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| Little nigga bang back
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| Fuck, where that ass at
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| Bitch, where that cash at?
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| Bitch, where that cash at?
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| Forever on that and I ain’t buyin' how y’all look
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| Paper and ink don’t make you a book, nigga
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| Bro, little nigga bang back
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| My mind different
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| I’m listenin' more, talkin' less
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| Ain’t focused on L’s, I’m talkin' best
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| I’m talkin' wins, I’m speakin' wins into existence
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| Thank God for his persistence
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| Huh
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| But I was lettin' him down, now-
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| Fuck where that ass at?
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| 'Cause, baby girl, we past that
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| You ain’t mine, so why would I even ask that?
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| I’m on a fast track, you still tryna flash back
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| You reminiscin' about ass smacks in public
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| Tellin' me to stop, knowin' that you love it
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| I liked it too
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| But a nigga like to hustle more than I’m likin' you
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| Little nigga bang back
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| Fuck, where that ass at
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| Bitch, where that cash at?
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| Forever on that and I ain’t buyin' how y’all look
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| Paper and ink don’t make you a book, nigga
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| And I might go over your head
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| You need money stacked to sit tall as my leg
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| Changed my hidin' spot, it was under my bed
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| Now right there is that thang that’ll blow off your head
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| And I pray to God I never have to use it, on moms
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| Me or you, and I get to choose, Allfather
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| And I ain’t say that shit to be tough or rah-rah
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| I’m just tryna make sure my kids have a father
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| So respect my G
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| And if you buyin' goods from me, please respect my fee
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| I done earned every motherfuckin' right
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| Hold on
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| Uh
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| So to whoever wanna clash nigga-
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| Little nigga bang back
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| Fuck, where that ass at
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| For real
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| Bitch, where that cash at?
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| Bitch, where that cash at?
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| What |