| I’m chilling and cruising
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| Always repeating the movement
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| These niggas they get it or lose it
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| I’d rather turn it to ruins
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| They want to tell me I’m ruthless
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| I think it’s so fuckin' stupid
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| I want my sound to expand
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| Fuck it I don’t need a plan
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| I’m 'bout to bring on the press
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| They went from riches to rags
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| I can’t be dealing with trash
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| I’ll give your girl to my mans
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| She wanna party and smash
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| I want em chewing on xans
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| You won’t be getting her back
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| Come lemme show you my hands
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| I just got right back, from my latest phase (Yah)
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| Thought it would clear my mind out
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| Nope, still got rage
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| Really took some time out
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| Counting up the wrong deeds
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| If you flow to my mouth
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| Whole squad get stayed
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| Still got bars in the back of my head top
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| Twisted and unlocked to my skull like dreadlocks
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| I played the game of life so good
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| I don’t think i’ll ever get sent off
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| Reset button, fresh start
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| Wake n' bake then make ten songs
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| I do the tricks when I take off
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| On the grind in my skatepark
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| Crushed all my Jack Joe’s spot my jeweler
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| Nobody’s home so nobody calls
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| I could take shots with no eyes
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| And without no legs and I still would score
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| Talk the real talk some more
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| I’m just that guy, cold to the core
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| Mr. Freeze would melt in war
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| I got the heat in store
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| I do the things that you love cause I’m bored
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| I made sure everything was raw
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| They said Maz when you get it you really gon' run with it
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| But I got it all and I called
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| Memories cloudy, don’t remember it all
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| Feel like I’m Jason Bourne
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| Was on the grind from night till morn'
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| Saying fuck sleep when the blinds were drawn
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| Spit two lines
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| Some rhyme for sport
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| You goin' drown if you run out jaws
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| It’s goin' take more than special force
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| You want to take my man down like an A74 now
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| Listen, I still think why not put mine down like wild dot silence
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| Peace and quiet
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| Live life private
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| I made the moves on auto pilot
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| I’m chilling and cruising
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| Always repeating the movement
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| These niggas they get it or lose it
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| I’d rather turn it to ruins
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| They want to tell me I’m ruthless
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| I think it’s so fuckin' stupid
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| I want my sound to expand
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| Fuck it I don’t need a plan
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| I’m 'bout to bring on the press
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| They went from riches to rags
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| I can’t be dealing with trash
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| I’ll give your girl to my mans
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| She wanna party and smash
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| I want em chewing on xans
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| You won’t be getting her back
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| Come lemme show you my hands
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| I want to ride in my whip (aye)
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| I want to chill with my woes (damn)
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| I get high in my whip
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| Stay down with ten toes like oooh
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| All this motherfuckin' money change my mood
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| I just cut that bitch off she was getting too rude
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| I got so many bodies in the ground down
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| All this liquor in my bloodstream, I should slow it down
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| All you niggas wanna talk that talk
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| And it’s all the same
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| But I do not pay mind to commas
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| Swear that niggas getting paid
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| I track tracks in my yard
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| Scarlxrd still gets rowdy
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| I’m just fine on my own
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| Don’t need no one 'round me
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| Them men there some fuckboys
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| Them men there some pagans
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| I only do this music ting to let out the frustration, like damn
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| I’m chilling and cruising
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| Always repeating the movement
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| These niggas they get it or lose it
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| I’d rather turn it to ruins
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| They want to tell me I’m ruthless
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| I think it’s so fuckin' stupid
|
| I want my sound to expand
|
| Fuck it I don’t need a plan
|
| I’m 'bout to bring on the press
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| They went from riches to rags
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| I can’t be dealing with trash
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| I’ll give your girl to my mans
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| She wanna party and smash
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| I want em chewing on xans
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| You won’t be getting her back
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| Come lemme show you my hands
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| I’m chilling and cruising
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| Always repeating the movement
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| These niggas they get it or lose it
|
| I’d rather turn it to ruins
|
| They want to tell me I’m ruthless
|
| I think it’s so fuckin' stupid
|
| I want my sound to expand
|
| Fuck it I don’t need a plan
|
| I’m 'bout to bring on the press
|
| They went from riches to rags
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| I can’t be dealing with trash
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| I’ll give your girl to my mans
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| She wanna party and smash
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| I want em chewing on xans
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| You won’t be getting her back
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| Come lemme show you my hands
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| Welcome to the 3 Voicemail Service
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| Message from:
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| Fuck you, you never text me back, fuckin' bipolar head-ass nigga I fuckin'
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| can’t stand you. |
| I don’t know why you keep acting this way, one day you’re
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| fuckin' this, next day you’re that I really can’t fuckin' stand you nigga,
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| fuck you
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| I hope it motherfucking hurts
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| When you see me
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| I hope it burns
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| I hope it really fucking hurts
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| This time
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| You will burn |