| See, you judge me on my appearance, face value, innit
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| Don’t know about the tax bracket
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| But I know that I’m teabaggin' your favourite mug, hahaha
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| They say, «Gang shit»
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| I ain’t about that gang shit
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| I’m a solo wolf, lone wolf, eating up that gang shit
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| Gang shit, the death of the gang
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| Till your dead and buried, seen
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| 125, doin' up breeze (Doin' up breeze)
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| Way too, way too, way too, way too
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| Way too deep (Way too sweet)
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| Can’t lace 95s (95s)
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| Can’t kiss my feet
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| All they do is chat breeze (Breeze)
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| Right now I’m breezin' (Breeze)
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| Trainspottin', I got babies on my ceiling
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| I’m steady plottin', now I’m copin' 'cause I’m eatin' (Belly full)
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| Remember when they wouldn’t let me in
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| Now their wage is just a day’s per-diem (Per-diem)
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| Way too, way too, way too, way too, way too sweet
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| From the fire rose a phoenix, where’s the fire weed?
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| From the ash stems a leaf, that’s representing T
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| And even when I die, I come back twice as legendary
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| Tears when I sit in the cemetery
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| Flashbacks, flippin' packs, it was ketamine, huh
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| Now I’m feeling hoarse
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| School of life, weren’t no course
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| You’re a tourist, only roll with the purist,
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| Ace Ventura |