| This shit crazy
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| In one week six people turned their back on me
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| Just like clockwork
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| It’s these same people that be bangin' my inbox when shit gets goin'
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| Sayin', «Ay man, I miss you. |
| I’m tryna fuck with you.»
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| The truth is this is war
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| If you weren’t there when I was gettin' shot at
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| If you didn’t give a fuck
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| Then fuck you
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| If it’s not one thing, then I swear that it’s another
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| In one week I lost five bitches and two brothers
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| Everybody screamin', «Mob, mob, mob»
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| But then when it’s time to ride, them niggas soft
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| All these bitches say they down for me 'til death
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| Then all these bitches must’ve died somewhere, I swear
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| Real bitches is rare
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| Swear I never seem 'em anywhere
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| Swear they say care, but they don’t care
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| Real bitches is
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| Rare
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| You cannot find them anywhere
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| They ain’t over here or over there
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| Real niggas is rare
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| I swear, I swear, I swear
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| They lie and say they there, but they ain’t there
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| Honesty is rare
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| These two shoes up on my feet, that shit is rare
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| Name a time a don’t have blammy on me, rare
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| If I shoot at dude and miss, that shit is rare
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| When you niggas tell the truth, that shit is rare
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| Opportunity never knocked for me, 'cause we ain’t have a door
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| Been on my knees prayin' all my life, God ain’t answer back 'til I got off the
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| floor
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| Got some choppers, then got some more
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| 'Cause I got in fights and then got in war
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| Ran out of dope and so I got some more
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| Bubbled up and went and got a whore
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| 'Cause of course you know I had to get some more
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| Bitches leave, bitches lie
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| Puttin' your life in their hands would be suicide
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| I done tried a dozen times, I almost died
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| Everybody wanna eat, but none of them wanna cook
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| You’re either at the the table or you’re just another ingredient in the cookbook
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| Bitch I’m on that shit now, I don’t leave the house without pistol
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| Puttin' this big ol' dick down your fuckin' throat’s the only positive thing to
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| do with a big mouth
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| I been ridin' Tesla, watch these do’s lift up and then lift out
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| I was the first trapper to go electric, watch everybody be on that shit now
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| Neither stand up nigga, nor sit down
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| You left me bitch, you missed out
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| You the type to answer your nigga’s prison call, and then hit two,
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| and then hit pound
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| These niggas say they real and it’s mob for life, then how the fuck you gon'
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| switch now?
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| You go and sing to twelve, this choppa make a big nigga dance, got that Chris
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| Brown
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| Rare
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| You cannot find them anywhere
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| They ain’t over here or over there
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| Real niggas is rare
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| I swear, I swear, I swear
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| They lie and say they there, but they ain’t there
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| Honesty is rare
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| These two shoes up on my feet, that shit is rare
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| Name a time I don’t have blammy on me, rare
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| If I shoot at dude and miss, that shit is rare
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| When you niggas tell the truth, that shit is rare
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| If I let you tell me about me, I destroy everything I touch
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| If I let you tell me about me, everything I did was not enough
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| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a monsta', I didn’t love
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| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a machine, I can take a punch
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| If I let you tell me about me, I destroy everything I touch
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| If I let you tell me about me, everything I did was not enough
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| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a monsta', I didn’t love
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| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a machine, I can take a punch
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| I can’t fuck around with you snakes, so I levitate
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| I had people tryna take my life who didn’t give a shit
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| Said that you was down for me 'til death, you tried to kill yourself
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| That’s a cheat code, this ain’t no game, get the record straight
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| You was only rockin' for a year, you don’t know my pain
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| We all have PTSD over here, I just show restraint
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| You had perverts touch you in the club, that shit fucked with you
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| I had bitches touch me with no love, I had to fuck 'em too
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| My head and my heart been fucked up, you didn’t help with that
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| You told me you’d be my girl for life, why did you tell me that
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| Why you bring a snake to the pack and vouch for her like that
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| Why you lie and say that nothin’s wrong then hiss and purr like that
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| Why you feel entitled to my trust when you lie to me
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| That one privilege of yours got you fucked up, you called them guys on me |
| I’m gettin' war calls from my bros when I try to sleep
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| Real ones know that I am not a lame, and that I’ma squeeze
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| Rare
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| You cannot find them anywhere
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| They ain’t over here or over there
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| Real niggas is rare
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| I swear, I swear, I swear
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| They lie and say they there, but they ain’t there
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| Honesty is rare
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| These two shoes up on my feet, that shit is rare
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| Name a time I don’t have blammy on me, rare
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| If I shoot at dude and miss, that shit is rare
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| When you niggas tell the truth, that shit is rare
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| You think that you understand it all, you don’t know a thing
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| I never told you a single lie, you on your own thing
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| Why you paint me out to be an ape, I never hit you girl
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| You tryna put us all up in the cage, we live in different worlds
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| I pray for the future kids you want, their minds
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| Just because you fuck with black men don’t mean you give a fuck
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| Whenever I’m ridin' in the city, got my windows up
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| Hopin' that they don’t see through my tints and take me for my love
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| If I let you tell me about me, I destroy everything I touch
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| If I let you tell me about me, everything I did was not enough
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| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a monsta', I didn’t love
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| If I let you tell me about me, I’m a machine, I can take a punch
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| Rare x2 |