| Well problems the issue with beneficial judicial bars
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| No metaphor could ever explain this mental sores
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| Holes in the head, the critics players just the molly does
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| Nah it’s that the devil, high as treble, riding in my truck
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| Staring at the driver side, hand rising up her thigh
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| Life’s a bitch and a stitch that ho tell like the travel lodge
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| Dumb niggas try to change they life, for the better
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| So I’d rather the pull card again, but I’m too hot to sweat on these days
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| I get high, then I daze for days on in
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| Hope my son don’t admire the stage that I’m in
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| But baby boy I’m on fire in the place that I’m fit
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| To take it, might make me complacent
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| Uh, shit changed and I need to face it
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| Finally realizing that problems no longer chasing
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| Move real far so my envious rate is raising
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| Got money now, so any heart I break I replace it with ease
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| Damn shit cold, when you come from where you judge bout how many pounds you sold
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| When you come from where you judge 'bout how many hoes you fuck
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| If I succeed or if I fail and either one I’m fucked and my mind
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| Cause I got daughters and shit
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| And the more I spend from them, the smarter they get
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| So they learn that something, shit
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| But I wonder who’s teaching
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| All my bad shit I’m done with the preaching
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| Ya’ll wanna hear 'bout the drugs, the money, sex and the guns
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| Or how I hate a hater and what I do with my tongue
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| Or how I’m with the faders and how my squad is the realest
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| You’d rather play my games, than hear 'bout my scrimmage
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| I dig it
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| 180 pennicle, turn back
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| Back to blackin out on niggas rollin on Rosecran
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| LA LA land, A Kobe fan
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| Get booted I unrouted de plans
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| Pulled the wisdom out and now they ain’t feeling advanced
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| Gino the first rounds, gotta um all feeling some down-
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| Ward spirals I’m checkin for vitals
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| Waves reaching tidals, I’m reaching for titles
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| Tribals I make marks like
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| Cartwright and Bill (build) off
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| Till the wheels off the ground and I’m flyer than the air force
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| Gravitate to me and hold me down like the airports
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| See thru the outside
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| Got love for my allies
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| Sun don’t set in the same position as when the sun rise
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| I’m two fives intended to be the best
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| So never stress the lame-os
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| Seeing thru the camouflage
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| Wyclef, Lauryn, and Pras
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| Score ain’t even I had to leave um I know its odd
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| For it to be this hard and still make it
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| I’m forever chasing feel my heart
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| It’s still racing from the steps I took to get this far
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| To get this car I been dreaming bout
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| Gotta drive myself farther now
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| Like Mrs. Carter made Hova, Jehovah Witness how
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| Door to door I knocked building a tower that they’ll watch
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| Never complacent come place it into a higher spot
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| Higher seed, jack and the bean, no rapper’ll top
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| These are the goals if you wanna have gold in yo stock
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| I get high, then I daze for days on in
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| Hope my son don’t admire the stage that I’m in
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| But baby boy I’m on fire in the place that I’m fit
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| To take it, might make me complacent
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| Uh, shit changed and I need to face it
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| Finally realizing my dreams are now awaken
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| Move real far so my envious rate is raising
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| Get love now, so any heart I break I replace it with ease |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Complacent, artist - Rapsody. Album song She Got Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп