| Bitch I took it to the west coast, woah
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| Got a crib, got lit and its still not shit
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| I’m not easily impressed no, uh
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| I’m tryna live like this till the day I’m
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| So I’m spinning out the strop rope, yeah
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| So will it kills y’all? |
| Feel a type of weight
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| Then you better learn to let go, let go
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| Y’all wanna talk shit then your hate get’s split
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| Been a lotta long nights, lotta long days
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| Doing it the long way, back up in the hallways
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| And people hated all day, all day
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| Tryna crash me, burn me, thinking they’d hurt me
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| I’ve been feeling I’ll stay
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| I’m, I’ve fucked it, I’m buzzing, I’m coming so quick I’m forgetting all
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| y’all’s names
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| Y’all stain looking small brain
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| When my fade is looking all great, woah
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| I swear I’m way up
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| I don’t do small talk or conversations
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| I’ve been grinding years I’m out of patience
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| I know this the year I’m 'bout to take it
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ain’t nobody know the shit that I’ve been through
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| Tryna make it happen all by myself
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| When there’s no-one believing up in you
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| When nobody tryna lend you no help
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| You better find to look into
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| Find that purpose, working your wealth
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| And it’ll put that passion, lack, back in you
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| And it never come from nobody else
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| Man its safe from myself
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| It was never 'bout me
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| Its the fans and the fam tryna set em all free
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| Hoping be come the people their destine to be
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| Cause the way the worlds living is honestly weak
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| People are living a life when they peak at a young age
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| And the rest of its bleak
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| That shit will set me off I’m gonna freak
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| I’ve been tryna work for the shit that they need, I swear
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| My mom deserve a whip, yeah
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| Dad deserve a crib
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| They ain’t got to trip
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| They’ll get all of it, yeah
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| My Sis deserve a grip
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| Brother gets a quip
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| will never slip
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| Got homie’s tryna quit on they jobs and shit
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| So I’m steady focusing
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| Tryna find myself an opening
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| My mom deserve a whip, yeah
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| Dad deserve a crib
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| They ain’t got to trip
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| They’ll get all of it, yeah
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| My Sis deserve a grip
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| Brother gets a quip
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| will never slip
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| Got homie’s tryna quit on they jobs and shit
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| So I’m steady focusing
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| Tryna find myself an opening
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| I swear I’m way up
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| I don’t do small talk or conversations
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| I’ve been grinding years I’m out of patience
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| I know this the year I’m 'bout to take it
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |