| Swift
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| On God, they be tellin' me, me
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| I, I jumped out the bed on one
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| Jumped up out the bed and go dumb
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| I was taught to fear no one
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| I jumped out the bed on one
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| Yeah, I jumped out the bed on one
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| Jumped up out the bed and go dumb
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| I could never fear no one, huh
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| I jump out the bed on one
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| Ayy, I jumped out the bed, it was go time
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| Money and respect is my cosign
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| Hangin', that’s best made for clotheslines
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| Time I’d feel just to tell who played both sides
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| Walk in my shoes, couldn’t do it if they was your size
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| I’m on the moon, makin' room for my whole squad
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| Skipped on some interviews, shipped over goal line
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| My independent views got me gettin' profiled
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| Nigga, I jumped out my bed, I was on, ah
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| Diamonds project on the gold
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| What’s understood can’t be said on no phones
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| Drop bread on the ward, money good, it’s a go
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| It’s a four, it’s a ten
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| It’s a hit, it’s a lick
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| It’s the flick of the wrist
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| Spread the peers like a fish
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| Hop back in the vroom
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| Face fears like a zit
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| Interfere without a flinch
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| In her mirror lookin' rich
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| On God
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| I jumped out the bed on one
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| Jumped up out the bed and go dumb
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| I was taught to fear no one
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| I jumped out the bed on one
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| Yeah, I jumped out the bed on one
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| Jumped up out the bed and go dumb
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| I could never fear no one, huh
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| I jump out the bed on one, yeah
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| Woke up this morn', I could lose
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| Ride for the nights I was bruised
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| Can’t move how I move
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| You would crawl in these shoes
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| I done blanked out my face
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| I done crashed out they rules
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| All these hoes I done flew
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| Dropped a bag to my troops
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| I was taught how to shoot
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| Now my checks say I hoop
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| For the set, I prestige
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| From the groove that I bleed
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| On the kids that I feed
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| I ain’t fakin' my dreams
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| I done woke up, I jumped out my bed and went go
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| Was sleepin' my bunkie from bucket, I rose
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| Been grindin', you still on your phone
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| You niggas been fakin' too long
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| The moment I’m hungry, I’m gone
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| Push start, got the Rolls with the kit
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| This thing ain’t for show on my hip
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| Why you chasin' that bitch?
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| My money work angle, it flip
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| I tripled my balance, my gift
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| I count 'til I callas my tip
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| I jumped out the bed on one
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| Jumped up out the bed and go dumb
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| I was taught to fear no one
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| I jumped out the bed on one
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| Yeah, I jumped out the bed on one
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| Jumped up out the bed and go dumb
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| I could never fear no one, huh
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| I jump out the bed on one, yeah |