| DeCicco
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| Take off whoadie
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| Talkin' to myself 'cause that’s the realest nigga here
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| Had to see my people down and that’s the only thing I fear
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| I been lookin' for the truth, should’ve been lookin' in the mirror
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| Tell my white girl I’m cut and she think that I’m just weird
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| I ain’t never get no love so I find that shit weird
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| And I gotta taste of love, and it always taste like beer
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| Always put me on my rear, boy I think the devil here
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| And he standing on my shoulders tryna whisper in my ear
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| Tryna influence my peers, tryna make me convert
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| Tryna put me in the hearse, put my whoadie on a shirt
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| Now I put my niggas first, 'cause all we did was hurt, yeah
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| All we do is serve baby, got guns like it’s Nerf baby
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| You ain’t ever learn baby, we the ones who murk baby
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| We the ones who gang bangin', all I hear is bullets rainin'
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| All I hear is mama sayin', I can peep these niggas faded
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| I can peep these niggas fakin', you ain’t peep my niggas dangerous
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| Better be ridin' like you sayin', better be ready when you land
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| Better be out here with a plan, better wake up with that lead
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| Better wake up to some head, better treat me like a chef
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| Treat lil shorty like I’m deaf, better rock to the end
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| Better be ridin' like you sayin', better be ready when you land
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| Better be out here with a plan, better wake up with that lead
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| Better wake up to some head, better treat me like a chef
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| Treat lil shorty like I’m deaf, better be rockin' to the end
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| Bet I put my trust in you, I’ma put my gun to use
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| Blow lil whoadie like a flute, nigga sweeter than some fruit
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| Fuck the beat, I’m that dude, baby girl don’t send no text
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| Baby girl love to flex, baby girl you got me fed
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| You ain’t fall in love with me, you fell in love with Triple-X
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| I got rico right on deck, I don’t reload, I’m on deck
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| Like an Xbox I connect, nigga run up, don’t check
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| Niggas runnin' from the feds, and niggas doin' scams
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| Don’t nobody got a job, taught myself how to rob
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| I was fly since I was born, I ain’t never fuckin' crawl
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| Learned that you can’t hit forever, you gon' get hit with the law
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| I don’t rap, bitch I draw, this my motherfuckin' art
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| This ain’t Soldier Kidd, bitch, this is Nas
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| I’m from Palm Beach, where we livin' raw
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| I’m from Palm Beach, fourteen with a Glock
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| I’m from Palm Beach, fourteen, let it pop
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| Better be ridin' like you sayin', better be ready when you land
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| Better be out here with a plan, better wake up with that lead
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| Better wake up to some head, better treat me like a chef
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| Treat lil shorty like I’m deaf, better rock to the end
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| Better be ridin' like you sayin', better be ready when you land
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| Better be out here with a plan, better wake up with that lead
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| Better wake up to some head, better treat me like a chef
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| Treat lil shorty like I’m deaf, better be rockin' to the end |