| These days I’ve been impatient
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| Bored of the same stuff
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| All through the waiting
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| Borderline crazy I’m so frustrated
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| I want the wrong way when my pee touch pavement
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| Bounce like I’m waving
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| Fuck agents they’re bases
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| Every day they replace them
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| Why would I stay complacent
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| Disengaging engagements, yeah
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| You niggas stop off the nameless
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| I’m so that’s so fly no raven
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| Stamp my passport grab my payment
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| Get out the way off the way so it’s paved in
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| Smokin' a spliff, crushing a German whip
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| Pull me over you’re racist
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| All the in my statements
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| They got me shook in amazement
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| I never follow the crown
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| I walk back withstandin' the chasin'
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| They wanna reach out now
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| Well take your hand back 'cause I don’t need savin'
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| I’m 'bout to gas, I made it
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| Shit’s so close I could taste it
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| Roll with the darts on wave behind
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| Behind bars like it’s time that I’m facin'
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| I’m disturbed with it
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| You’re not gonna get down with the sickness
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| Told my shrink that I love my image
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| And got up and left before the time finished
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| Wanna talk 'bout five more minutes
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| I know what I want and how I’m gon get it
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| Prime of my life locked down in buildin'
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| Playin' the game of life into real shit
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| I don’t see nothin' in front of me, you better follow me, leavin'
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| We stackin' apologies, I do not kick it with wannabes
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| I’d rather spit than do comedy, that’s just a part of me
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| I’m 'bout to let it out honestly
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| Setting myself with a wide list of oddyseys
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| That shit can never come back, it’s not me
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| I get that shit for the cash, honestly
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| I’ve been workin' hard, why should I spend a day? |
| yeah
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| I like gettin' paid, swipe my card that way, yeah
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| I’ve been workin' hard, why should I spend a day? |
| yeah
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| I like gettin' paid, swipe my card that way, damn
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| Day drinker, full-time overthinker
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| I get stolen like my Ford stinger
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| I don’t know why I do this either
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| I got the success
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| Came with seizures, killin' off leaders
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| No more breathers, one-time dealer
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| Still no feature, I’m not creature
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| I just sparked one
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| 'Bout to sprint like a sawed-off shotgun
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| Chill where I come from
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| Move four kids
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| Don’t care about conduct
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| You’re not a bad man
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| You know someone, that knows someone that’s never been locked up
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| Self-esteem for my long run
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| Sweet to the face, to the lungs
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| I don’t waste time on the wrong ones
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| Don’t watch face, but this face has been bases
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| What grade? |
| Yeah man’s on it
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| I grind hard 'till I spot my profit
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| You ain’t got nothing but the seats in your wallet
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| You may as well go sew out your pockets
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| Bars still spit from my mouth like vomit
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| I am a lord and I profit not modest
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| They’re all washed up, washed up, damn uh
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| Feelin' like a makers, I’ve been cleanin' up, yeah uh
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| Chillin' in the city I was birthed from
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| These niggas always act like they the toughest dons, uh
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| Ridin' around my woes, damn |