| Boyz in this bitch, nigga, Ghetto Boy
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| I’m sittin' in the room with four cameras, paranoid as fuck
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| At night, I can’t sleep, but I been up for two days daydreamin'
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| Out the window, starin' into outer space
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| Last time I went to sleep, that shit was crazy
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| I had a dream a nigga slid on me with two K’s
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| I got some cameras on the house, but that’s just not enough
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| My cousin lit a firework, I thought somebody shot it up
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| I spent my last on a key and fucked my pockets up
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| Bought it from a Mexican connect and it wasn’t lockin' up
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| Damn, man, I thought I had a plug
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| For some reason, this shit ain’t lockin' up though, what the fuck, man?
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| That’s crazy
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| Fuck around and woke up, nigga, my mind was playin' tricks on me, man
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| I ain’t never had a key in my life
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| Ayy, my mind playin' tricks on me
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| I robbed a nigga, and I think he put a hit on me
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| Glock 21 with sandpaper, extra grip on it
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| I caught a body with my nigga and he flipped on me
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| Damn, I think I’m goin' crazy
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| The grim reaper in my closet with a broke 380
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| I heard it click, he tried to kill me and it didn’t work
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| I jumped up and started shootin', tryna hit him first
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| Man, I done shot my whole fuckin' room up, man
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| Weird ass shit, man
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| This shit crazy, man, my mind really playin' tricks on me, dawg
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| I think my nigga tryna flip on me
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| Ayy
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| Dear diary, I been thinkin' 'bout commitin' suicide
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| Like runnin' down a mountain with my shoes untied
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| My head really fucked up, my screws ain’t tight
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| You can get away with murder if you do it right
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| My mama always stressin' 'bout my situation
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| But I be payin' attention, ma, I know these niggas hatin'
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| Lookin' at they watch, hopin' I slip, I know niggas waitin'
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| But I’m on my P’s and Q’s, can’t let these niggas take me
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| Man, sometimes, I be feelin' like
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| Like my niggas out to get me or somethin', bro
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| Like my day one niggas, man, niggas that I love
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| That shit be crazy
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| Then I wake up and I just realize
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| My mind really playin' tricks on me, fuck
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| These niggas think I’m pussy 'cause I made it
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| But I’ll slam you on your neck and crack the fuckin' pavement
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| I been drinkin' too much lean, I can’t take it
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| Havin' dreams I overdosed and then woke up lazy
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| I finally got a woman who can deal with me
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| I fucked her once or twice, but she still with me
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| I thought I caught her stealin', but I might be trippin'
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| I had a thought she set me up and I got life in prison
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| Man, I be trippin', bro
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| Fuckin' had a dream my bitch set me up, nigga
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| That shit crazy
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| I had to wake up
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| My mind was really playin' tricks on me
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| I gotta figure this shit out, man |