| Yo, I’m just tryna make my mama proud
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| My daddy rich
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| And my little nigga something to look up to, that’s real
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| You feel, you feel?
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| Sometimes I feel like I should fast more
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| I need to sit back and relax more
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| Since Ferguson, days on Castro
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| I knew what the black on my back hold
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| Snakes big, grass low
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| Ashy lil' black boy
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| Northside bred, run that back for 'em
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| Shawty sling head like a Greek sword
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| Keep it 300, word to Keef
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| Add the keef when I chief, mama
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| Preached, follow the Lord
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| These days young niggas follow tweets more
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| Pray the evil backflip and we live more
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| Hittin' a notes, got my dough, hittin' notes
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| They rattrap my people, vamanos
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| Cuffed, slammed on the table, dominos
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| Got tired of eating Dominoes
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| Top Ramen tap danced in my abdominal
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| Girl you should know that
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| I ain’t always been right
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| Had to swerve left on some hoes
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| Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
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| Floor got slick, cracked my skull
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| Then spilt my soul
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| Girl you should know that
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| I ain’t always been right
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| Had to swerve left on some hoes
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| Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
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| Floor got slick, cracked my skull
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| Then spilt my soul, oh no
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| If I shed skin, sprout wings and took flight
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| Leave them all behind, would I be wrong?
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| Would I be wrong?
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| Would I be wrong?
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| If I took some time on my mind
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| Left them all behind, would I be wrong?
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| Would I be? |
| Would I be?
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| If I shed skin, sprout wings and took flight
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| Leave them all behind, would I be wrong?
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| Would I be wrong?
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| If I took some time, took some time
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| Would I be wrong?
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| How wrong could I be?
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| If I took care of me?
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| If I looked after me?
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| How wrong?
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| Girl you should know that
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| I ain’t always been right
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| Had to swerve left on some hoes
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| Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
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| Floor got slick, cracked my skull
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| Then spilt my soul
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| Girl you should know that
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| I ain’t always been right
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| Had to swerve left on some hoes
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| Hit a two step, Ricky Martin
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| Floor got slick, cracked my skull
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| Then spilt my soul, oh no |