| Bitch I’m fresh out of the slums, somewhere you can’t come, I come in this
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| bitch to act dumb
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| Your partners can come if they want, my cousins got guns, you niggas can run if
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| you want
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| It ain’t no love homie, all type of drugs homie, I had a blood homie
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| Told me he’d kill whoever I want, and he from the land of the funk,
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| that’s love homie
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| Roll me a spliff of that shit and hop in the whip, go get me something to sip
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| And I don’t be trusting no act, and them is just facts, I know that shit don’t
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| exist
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| And I do not use my arithmetics, my brother taught me how to whip
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| Before he died, I still be crying inside, and I still be crying inside
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| But I still try, 'cause I know without him it’s fake
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| This shit is fake, it’s a lie
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| And I cannot trust you for shit, and I put my life in a letter, 'cause ain’t
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| nothin' safer than I
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| And I put my life in a metal, you better do better, 'cause nobody safe if I cry
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| Ridin' in a Wraith with my guy, came from the south of the sky, sky
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| He wanna see me with it so I try
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| You try to stop my living, you will die
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| You know who shot my nigga, why lie?
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| I cannot talk about it, I cry
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| You better not come around me, I’ll fire
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| You better not come around me outside
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| You better listen homie, I ain’t trippin' homie
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| Reminiscing homie, on the real
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| Ain’t no use to dissing on me, I hate niggas only
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| Better tell a nigga how you feel
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| Go watch the interviews, then go listen to my interludes
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| Boy I been a fool
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| And you niggas living a lie, and you know I been the truth
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| And they tryna sentence dudes
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| And I’ll never squeal, before that it’s Mortal Kombat, I’ll finish you
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| And this go for any dude, this go for any crew
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| 'til I reach my pinnacle, give you a physical
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| I’m not shootin' at any school, shit could get critical
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| Summertime rapper talk with that water on, I pull up at any pool
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| I’m not leaving any jewels, and boy I got plenty jewels
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| Your bitch ain’t feeling you, show you what pimpin' do
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| Show you what that pimpin' do
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| That shit ain’t in to you, only gon' warn you once
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| Don’t try to harm the don, I’m armed like tentacles
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| Yeah bitch I ball like testicles
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| Pause, Rawling, Spalding
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| I got your bitch here right next to me, uh
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| Yeah bitch I’m ballin', ballin'
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| She say she home alone, uh
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| I be Macaulay Culkin
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| But don’t you keep callin' my phone, uh
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| I’ll leave you heartless, stalkin'
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| And you niggas knowin' who’s poppin'
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| Young direct deposit, lil kid, I got 'em
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| My Cosa Nostra the hottest
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| You niggas gon' have a problem
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| Chainz told me get 'em, I got 'em, uh
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| I didn’t only hit 'em, I dropped 'em, uh
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| I do this shit for my brother, uh
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| I still do this shit for my partner
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| Still coming out of my shell, uh
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| Feel like I’m out of myself, uh
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| Still sipping lean by the brick, uh
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| Still smoking weed by the bale, uh
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| Cartier boss, they were twelve
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| Still get the bump for my nails, uh
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| My life was rough on a player
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| These bitches tough on a player, uh
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| That’s why I’m so dope, you can tell
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| That’s why I got hope, you can tell
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| I could’ve sold dope anywhere
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| My brother had dope before he left (shit, RIP)
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| My brother had dope before he left
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| It sounds like you’ve had to explain that a lot, that’s too bad
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| Nah, I really… see you, you’re nice, I don’t mind
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| It’s just real, so
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| I don’t mind explaining over here but I haven’t had to explain it because I
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| don’t care |