| Whole life I’ve been patient
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| But it’s time to bring the noise up
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| I ain’t even wanna say shit
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| But you know I end with the boys up
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| And you know when it goes up
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| Puster with toes up
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| Hoes fly when I pull up
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| Cus I stay fresh from the toser
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| Why you talking about a bitch, uh
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| We’ve been talking about a brat, uh
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| Stop thinking with your dick, uh
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| Start thinking with your head, uh
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| First time I got brig, uh
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| Put it back into the raps, uh
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| And I’ve never seen the laps, uh
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| Young boys been fags, uh
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| Eight day new day, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| New city new plate, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ten down for the shows
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| Cris stop for the hoes
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| Livin' life on the coast
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| Gettin' high for the lows
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| Yeah the world is really so cold
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| But it’s time to bring it back, uh
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| I’ve been sippin' on my solo
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| But the team is on attack, uh
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| People pressing for the promo
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| Ey but I want a rap, uh
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| I ain’t never been a brat, uh
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| That’s a shoutout to my dad, uh
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| Roll up the lighter, let’s get in the flow
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| I’m from the o, do wanted mo
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| We bout' to blow, taking it slow
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| We wanted Bronx, still for to go
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| Gotta make sure that we’re doing it right
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| Ain’t no telling what we’re doing tonight
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| I’m a just mix a little rupp with the spite
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| That’s been a lie, bitch a good type
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| I’m faded, does a little bit jady
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| Whole life I’ve been waiting, please don’t call me when I made it
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| And I’m like, wow, it’s time I work hard and get mine
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| I place mother, don’t shine and if my fam good than I’m fine
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| Eight day new day, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| New city new plate, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ten down for the shows
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| Cris stop for the hoes
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| Livin' life on the coast
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| Gettin' high for the lows |