| I got some bones to pick
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| Hate me now but I won’t forget
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| I’ma just laugh and toast to it
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| Kick back, blow some smoke to this
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| Light this world on fire
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| Respect is not expected motherf**ker, it’s required
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| So hurry up and learn
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| I grab the wheel because you passed your turn
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| Had I not done that we would’ve crashed and burned
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| I’m driving out like f**k my passengers
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| Just pass the purp and pass that liquor
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| I really don’t care which one comes quicker
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| Life is a waitress and I don’t have patience
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| So what? |
| She takes too long, I’ma tip her
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| Both middle fingers, f**k this game
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| It’s buried six feet deep in blunts and chains
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| Don’t worry 'cause when I’m on I’ll have pounds
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| I don’t wear a hat but I wear a crown
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| Platinum diamonds, lavish styling
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| Screaming «DIEMON» looking down
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| But that’s expected so don’t stress it
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| But pass those matches 'cause I’m feeling young and reckless
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| Everybody stop, drop and roll
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| Man I get it (Get it)
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| I’m gonna set this world on fire (Fire)
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| Stop, drop and roll
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| Man I get it (Get it)
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| I’m gonna set this world on fire (Fire)
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| Hold up
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| I’m looking at the world like «What's the hold up?»
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| Hold up, yeah it’s over
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| The world is my target and I’m here now
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| So just clear out, get it started
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| Uh (Uh)
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| Label me a psychopath
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| Slate tracks, I laid my voice over like a
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| Lowly in my psychopath
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| Smoking 'til my sight go bad
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| Laws tryna keep your boy sober like I might go mad
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| (F**king right, I might go mad)
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| F**k, my life went by so fast
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| From flag to
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| out of the tabernacle
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| To tapping ash off my kush
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| Wrapped in my tobacco
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| I do me, if you hate I think that’s wack, what you do
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| And it’s a fact: My screw’s loose
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| Ain’t scared to club with you dudes
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| Now Bugus making you loose
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| And you can’t it, boo-boo
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| Sick of selling quarters
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| Stealing quarters out the Laundromat
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| Problems, problems
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| Where the f**k do we solve 'em at?
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| Now we drop albums where the f**k are these dollars at?
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| I’m tryna cop a stack and relax
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| Pop collars back, freedom of America
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| Uh, feel it in your area
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| Uh, uh
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| Everybody stop, drop and roll
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| Man I get it (Get it)
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| I’m gonna set this world on fire (Fire)
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| Stop, drop and roll
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| Man I get it (Get it)
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| I’m gonna set this world on fire (Fire)
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| Hold up
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| I’m looking at the world like «What's the hold up?»
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| Hold up, yeah it’s over
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| The world is my target and I’m here now
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| So just clear out, get it started |