| And what do I see?
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| Only the nigga I wanted to be
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| When I was in rehab like, «Momma, you see now?»
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| Who’s fucking with me? |
| You don’t want it with me
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| From the side of the gate where they liable to hate you
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| Despite how they praise in your face, I’mma make do
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| Split the cake down the middle when I cut it
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| Quickly split it with my brothers and no bitches, we don’t love 'em
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| High and level-headed, so I’m treading when the tire switch
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| Self-medic always too restless to let the time tick
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| Hit the door when it hit 7
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| Big Thebe, thickheaded, the ink in my pen heavy
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| Default friendly, but shit can get number ten, Messi
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| We cop Henney, you grab a bench and you warm it up
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| 21 'fore I step myself and my horses up
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| Devil at the front door claiming he want war
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| The hedges is burning up, see, where we from, we ain’t learn to run
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| Unless we was in pack formation
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| Sharper than a hacksaw, drinking, smoking Backwoods
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| Team on my back like that JanSport, baby
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| Grown women, feel him, lot of grown man hating
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| Off the strength of appearance and a rap vocation
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| Look in the mirror and what do I see?
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| Only the nigga, I wanted to be
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| When I was in rehab like, «Momma, you see now?»
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| Who’s fucking with me? |
| You don’t want it with me
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| Look in the mirror and what do I see?
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| Only the nigga I wanted to be
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| When I was in rehab like, «Momma, you see now?»
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| Who’s fucking with me? |
| You don’t want it with me
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| Quit fucking with me
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| Maurício was here |