| Girl we can't ever get divorced if I marry you
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| You tryna find all the emotions, I bury it
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| You tryna see who I am tonight, but I vary
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| Shit that I learned, you can't learn in no library
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| You can be a suspect, you can be a custy
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| Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
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| These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be
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| If you're not a made man, you can not discuss me
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| This is not for play now, things that I pray about
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| Paid my mama house off, win a VMA now
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| Tryna buy a grotto, strappin' on the Greyhound
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| Aimin' at the opps now, circlin' the playground
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| Virginia for real though, niggas sellin' real low
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| Touch a quarter mill', oh, weigh it by the kilo
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| I'm just sayin' facts now, you should see the B-roll
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| End up in the lowlife, tryna be a hero
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| You can be a suspect, you can be a custy
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| Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
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| These are just the real facts, this the way it must be
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| You could never graze, never brush, never touch me
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| Just me and my wifey for life
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| Just me and me and my side-piece if you like
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| Just me and my dime-piece in the light
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| I don't mean to objectify her in a lie
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| But if she prefers to be a bad bitch tonight
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| Who am I to not honor her sacrifice?
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| I don't want to just patronize
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| She likes it when I look in her eyes
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| You can be a suspect, you can be a custy
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| Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
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| These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be
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| If you're not a made man, you can not discuss me
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| This is not for play now, things that I play about
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| Paid my mama house off, win a VMA now
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| Tryna buy a grotto, strappin' on the Greyhound
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| Aimin' at the opps now, circlin' the playground
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| Virginia for real though, niggas sellin' real low
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| Touch a quarter mill', oh, weigh it by the kilo
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| I'm just sayin' facts now, you should see the B-roll
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| End up in the lowlife, tryna be a hero
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| Rick James, bitch, in the mink coat
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| Act surprised, even though you know I been cold
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| Say you miss me, even though you say it in code
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| Still in love, although we're no longer involved
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| Silked down, bitch, not in Rick O
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| We made it to a Slim Jxmmi from a Jim Crow
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| Only thing I never learned, how to be simple
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| So close lips, close eyes, never info
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| 'Cause these nights are the rarest
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| These nights excite, when these lights are the spirits
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| This life the life where you rewrite what your fear is
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| When you reach these heights this life is the clearest, uh
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| These nights are the rarest
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| These nights excite, when these lights are the spirits
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| When you reach these heights you rewrite what your fear is
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| Yes, I'm seein' my shit the clearest |