| I’ma be honest, don’t do this often
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| Open my mouth and all you see is gloss
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| I’m fuckin' the game and I’m usin' a rubber
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| Come fuck your bitch 'fore she’s under my covers
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| Stare at the view, that’s outside my window
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| I’m playin' the game of life, not Nintendo
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| My weakness is servin' the back of the zone
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| The bubble fell out, but I’m slangin' that ho
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| I’m duckin' and servin' them suckas that’s all on my line
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| They hate on my prime
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| Bitch, I’m the best, you can’t sip from my wine
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| Scrapin' for pennies but still on my grind
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| Goddamn, hol' up, bitch
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| This for them pimps, and this for them hoes
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| This for them caddies that’s ridin' them Vogues (Yuh)
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| Now roll me a blunt 'cause I’m tryna get blown (Yuh)
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| Hand me my stash
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| So I can smother these rappers with numbers then pick up my pants
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| Take my dick out yo' throat, keep your mind out my visions
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| You lackin' facts and throwing at yo' opinions
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| Don’t need no one to tell me what I’m missing
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| I do as I please, I’m free to be me, knee-deep in the game
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| Wonderin'
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| When will it change? |
| Lames still talkin' out of their turn
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| Until the Glock pop and a body burn
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| Internal infernal but when will you learn that you’ll never concern me?
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| Every ho see me and wanna get dirty
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| Nina by the side, babygirl, don’t hurt me
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| Up late workin' until it get early
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| One to your temple, ain’t talkin' bout Shirley, bitch
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| Voices in my head, call 'em here and talk
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| Tellin' me to kill myself, my mom and pops
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| I’ve been servin' bricks, I’m tryna duck the opps
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| Keep on poppin' sticks out 'til my heart gon' pop
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| Got my stick shift swervin' while I’m servin' rocks
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| Shoutout 'Vada, 'cause I still miss her a lot
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| Fuck do you mean, ho? |
| That’ll be my kinfolk
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| Straight out the cream of the crop
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| Still miss Erase, he my fam and my bro
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| Since he left, no one been keepin' the code
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| Can’t suppress the feelin', I pour up a four and I pop
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| Still, keep the work, got the Glock in my sock
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| Two bad hoes keeps on freakin'
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| And she said she want an OG but she smokin' Sativa
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| Always run from police and they tryna take mine
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| Come and step on my field and get blown up like mines |