| Even Jesus cried
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| When I die, don’t shed tears for I
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| Paint me on a cross, soul lost
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| Never bought, motherfuck it all
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| Fuck these boys, I gotta ball
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| In fifth gear, no time to stall
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| I been walked before I crawled, hoe
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| Flex time, next time
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| Hit me on my dope line
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| Got the sack, got the pack
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| Motherfucker, run it back
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| (Ha, ha, ha, ha) (Go, go)
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| Prescription pills got my eyes low
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| Ducked out as I’m gripping on the .44
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| If I go broke though, bet I’m robbing
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| All black ski mask, River Road mobbing
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| Hold that Draco up, balance out my double cup
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| Keep it in the trunk, got ammo from Texas, bruh
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| Bush creeping, soul seeking
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| Grim reaper, leave 'em leaking, ayy
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| On the corner, off the bars, selling hard
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| Flex time, next time
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| Hit me on my dope line
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| Got the sack, got the pack
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| Motherfucker, run it back
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| Flex time, next time
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| Hit me on my dope line
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| Got the sack, got the pack
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| Motherfucker, run it back
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| Off a couple Xanny’s, I can’t get my mind right
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| Roxy 30, perky perky, ducking all night (Yeah)
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| Got me hiding, I can’t take none of the limelight
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| Sauce like Ragu, only time I sleep is private flights
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| Brian McKnight, after midnight
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| Come and get your bitch right
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| High like a kite, I need a light so I can spark this backie
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| Michael Jacky, flip a packy, flame like Liberace (Ya, ya)
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| Manny Packie, Chan like Jackie, when I come attack thee
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| Holy ghost, holy smokes, better make a toast (Holy, holy)
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| Codeine poured, styrofoam, need I say more? |
| (Nah, nah)
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| Bodies on the floor, in the Porsche, roof missing (skrrt, skrrt)
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| Clock ticking, mosh pitting, bitch, it’s slim pickings |