| This a late night
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| One in the morning
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| In front of liquors
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| The city lights glow, gold on my neck
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| See with your eyes closed
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| V12 engine, purring moving through time zones
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| Notice me, n****s front but they know it’s me
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| Rasheed Elanine name like a rosary
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| So all praise, I’m often mentioned with the greats
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| My sixteens is equivalent to eighths bars is bricks homie
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| I walk around like the stick on me
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| Keep talkin slick and you get your shit split homie
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| No regards, I ain’t here for the die laws
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| I’m a man of my word, go 'head and try God
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| Fuck around and get your picture hung
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| In the halls where you served and you
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| Yo, word to self where you n****s from
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| As far as n****s I fear I couldn’t picture one
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| Speaking dirt on my name I probably split your tongue
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| I’m the author, the paint you get your picture from
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| Yo, yo
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| The fridge empty, stomach to ribs, head out the crib
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| To feed the kids turn my back on my wares, the back of my wig
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| A n**** thinkin loss in me
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| Anybody step in my square don’t want no parts of me |
| Go shit faced under mask stay low shit
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| Run him for his work and his jewels like he owed shit
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| Oh shit, heartbeat in my chest
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| This n**** tried to struggle nearly beat him to death
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| I’m tryna catch this cab while I’m catching my breath
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| My phone blowin up sending me texts
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| His emergency, cousin got robbed, headin for surgery
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| Bloodstains all on my jeans I’m thinkin murder, b
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| Nah, just couldn’t be
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| I recognize a charm on my hand, how could it be
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| Stocking had my vision impaired, I couldn’t see
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| I nearly took the life of my own, just tryna eat |