| I feel so lonely, I’m so sad, sad, smoking faces
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| I feel so scrawny, and so bony, I ain’t eating bacon
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| And all these rappers say they know me but I’m feeling hated
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| And when I die, I’m finna fly to where the grass Jamaican
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| And we can be some Masons, and we can study greatness
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| I bet the afro is black and the Panthers shall awaken
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| And when this evidence is evident I never shake it
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| I took this brand new phone, and I deleted faces
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| I don’t believe in Satan (I don’t)
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| The crucifix is painted (it is)
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| Yo spit this shit J, let them know what they be missin'
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| Aight, say nuttin'
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| But I mean really let them know what they be missin' (laugh)
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| Since '04 we be doing this shit, nigga
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| Trust
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| My boy I’m dipping through the ends, nigga, hit me up round 10
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| I got a ting, she’s peng and I think she got a friend
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| Now I’m dippin through the streets, nigga, tryna flip a key
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| Them niggas off a bean man, how they sleeping on the pen?
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| I got dumped by my ex and I ain’t tryna make amends
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| Being single makes some sense
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| We in the igloo and we listenin to Rej
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| All the snow got these bitches on the edge
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| I said them niggas isn’t me, I told her I can barely breathe
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| When I’m sketching over canvas, make the messiest of sheets
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| I feel like Ethiopian, I feel like I am king |