| Gun in the holster be
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| Right in the upholstery
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| Somewhere right close to me
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| Just in case the rollers be
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| Rolling on the G
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| My woman keep it in the hosiery
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| I’m known in my town
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| In those strips where high-rollers be
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| I’m up early, where the money folders sippin' Folgers be
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| A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
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| Fuck with us
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| You fuck with the truth, we speak openly
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| Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though
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| Cause there ain’t no hoe in me
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| «Notice me, senpai!» |
| they cry when I choke their speak
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| I’ll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery
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| Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries
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| I lust after greatness, I’m aiming right at its ovaries
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| Better run from the future palooka (haul off)
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| You acting like it’s safe when the revolution’s been (called off)
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| There’s liars on the loose, if we listen to you we’re (all lost)
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| The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft)
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| She said, «I'm crying on you»
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| She said, «I waited up for you all night»
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| I said, «I'm trying mama»
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| She said, «I'm crying on you»
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| She said, «I waited up for you all night»
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| I said, «I'm trying mama»
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| I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
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| Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate
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| God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate
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| Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate
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| I tell her, «Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break»
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| She said, «Don't curse your mama, goddammit,» and threw a dinner plate (damn)
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| I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay
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| You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate
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| The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate
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| Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen them tricks you venerate
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| Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate
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| Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| She said, «I'm crying on you»
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| She said, «I waited up for you all night»
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| I said, «I'm trying mama»
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| She said, «I'm crying on you»
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| She said, «I waited up for you all night»
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| I said, «I'm trying mama»
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| They want us dying, mama
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| But I ain’t crying, mama
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| You raised a lion, mama
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| I ain’t lying, mama
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| My mama said that I’m not living right
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| I said, «I'm trying mama»
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| I’m crying on you, crying on you
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| I said, «I'm trying mama» |