| Ay, ay, ay
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| A-A-Ay PULSE, this shit slaps
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| Wake up
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| Your life is ending, wake up
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| Heartbeat’s too quick 'cause you’re anxious, aww
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| No one gives a fuck if you’re anxious
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| Anxiety got me on a mad one
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| Ay, yo, step back, pussy boy
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| I don’t trust niggas, I’m jumpy (Fuck off)
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| Don’t stare too hard, pussy boy
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| I will up the blade if it’s on me
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| I got some paper to make, yeah, I’m insane
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| Niggas been hacking the game
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| Fuck all the fame
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| All of you pussies are lame
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| I do this shit that you can’t
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| Get all the gang
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| I’ll make you niggas sound tame
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| I’ll make you drown in my wave
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| I got more skill in my dick with my chick
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| Than you got inside your fucking brain
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| I just had to buy a Rollie
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| Niggas acting lik they know me
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| All their shit sounds boring
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| Har the same damn story
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| In the drop top pouring
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| I’m your father calling
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| Niggas gone, no warning
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| Never come back for it
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| Always off in a hurry
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| 10 toes down with the ground, I’m running from something, uh
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| Never self-conscious, money on my mind, I’ma kill shit often
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| Never drop knowledge, going in fast, you are not my problem
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| Who gives a fuck about gossip? |
| I swear you niggas is toxic
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| Live my life for me, I don’t care about losses
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| Still, I got different styles upon the ready
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| The demon is back with hunger in his belly
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| Been killing the tracks, my money staying heavy
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| They twisting the facts, I’ve been up and I’m heavy
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| Man, fuck all your gang, you see me, you get sweaty
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| I bodied the rank, I’m gully 'cause I’m deadly
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| I’m counting the bands and thumbing through the twenties
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| You niggas is trash, I said that shit already
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| Step into my fucking mind
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| Try your best not to crumble
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| They fake their smiles and fake their lives
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| So fuck being humble
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| So fuck being humble
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| Fuck being humble
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| So fuck being humble
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| Fuck being humble
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| Wake up
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| Your life is ending, wake up
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| Heartbeat’s too quick 'cause you’re anxious, aww
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| No one gives a fuck if you’re anxious
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| Anxiety got me on a mad one
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| Ay, yo, step back, pussy boy
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| I don’t trust niggas, I’m jumpy (Fuck off)
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| Don’t stare too hard, pussy boy
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| I will up the blade if it’s on me
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| I’m nothing, Pussy, Scar
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| Oh my god, make you think I got it (Got it)
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| Oh my God, make you think I got it |