| Thought I was letting up, didn’t cha'?
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| Nobody checking for you, bro, nobody feeling ya
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| I’m feeling like I’m chilling but I’m kinda killing ya
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| So if I get to killing then I might really finish it
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| Career in turmoil like a car in flames
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| Speeding down the 110, seat belt jammed
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| Cruise by in my whip, watch it all go down
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| If she asks do I give a fuck, not me, no ma’am
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| You about to crash
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| Right into the wall called your education
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| Your last tape wasn’t really cause for celebration
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| You last place, thinking I’m about to let you speak up
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| I’m half baked but I still cook a better plate
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| With a hella feature from your girl
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| That’s way better than what you could ever give me, dawg
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| I never need ya, don’t act silly, dawg
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| I barely see you, don’t act silly, dawg
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| I barely see you
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| Don’t call my phone no more
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| I ain’t picking up
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| I ain’t picking up
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| I ain’t picking up
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| I might make your baby mama my Valentine
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| She give me love sweeter than Caroline
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| She say she know that she like to borrow bars
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| Talk about women when you ain’t in the car
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| Let you tell it, she mad 'cause you had a falling out
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| But you ain’t nothing like what you talk about?
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| Walk around like you the one they talk about
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| It’s true but what they say about you is that you trash
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| I could take you out while I’m fully loaded
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| But I better save this ammo for a better bogey
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| West Side grammar so official, someone blow the whistle
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| If I offend you, bro, I promise that I really meant to
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| I put in work for the team, shout the true and gentle
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| Stay crisp, stay clean, keep the Caddy simple
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| White walls, trunk knocking the lady driver
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| Take a hit of the sky
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| Let it take me higher, let it take me higher
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| Take a hit of the sky
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| Let it take me higher
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| I keep aiming higher
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| So don’t call my phone, no more
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| I ain’t picking up
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| I ain’t picking up
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| I ain’t picking up
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| I ain’t picking up |