| I can work with that
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| Smokin' on that killer shit
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| Fruity pebble, purple pack
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| You know we on some killer shit
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| My homie just beat a murder rap
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| You don’t know who you dealin' with
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| Don’t pay me, you gettin' murked for that
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| Two straps, like Urkel, shoot ya
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| Then say, damn, did I do that?
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| Difference between me &you, rich homie
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| Boy, the shit you talkin' bout, I do that
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| Too real for this rap shit.
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| Too real for this rap shit.
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| I figured it out
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| I’m a high risk &a flight risk
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| They fear you when you’re living it out
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| Been a long time since an artist was really about
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| What they spit out they mouth
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| Yeah, niggas say they gettin' money
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| But it look like they sleep on the couch
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| Get you a house, gettin' new paper
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| Might just get me a route
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| Came a long way from making the newspaper
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| 'Bout some shoot-outs
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| Everytime I go out
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| You know I bring that tool out
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| Need to quit bullshittin'
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| Cold Turkey, nigga, cool out
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| Need to quit bullshittin'
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| Cold Turkey, nigga, cool out
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| I said, you need to quit bullshittin'
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| Cold Turkey, cool out
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| Keep doing that shit you doing
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| And see what that gets you
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| Keep doing that shit you doing
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| And see where that gets you
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| Keep doing that shit you doing
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| And see where that gets you
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| Too many pictures on too many shirts
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| Now I get the picture
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| Can’t nobody tell you shit, you know it all
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| But when you go and get fucked off, who you gon' call?
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| I recall, callin' my folks collect
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| Mama cryin', you know the rest
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| Never heard her so upset
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| I made mistakes, so you wouldn’t have to make 'em
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| This advice comes with experience
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| You ain’t got to take it
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| Call your granny, check on her
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| See how her day went
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| When I lose mine, I’mma lose my mind
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| Where would I be without that lady?
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| Streets crazy, I drive these hoes lazy
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| Knowing good and well I ain’t got time for five ol' ladies
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| I come from nothing, my nigga
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| I’m just trying to motivate ya
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| You can’t take nothing for granted
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| I’m grinding, no vacation
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| Ain’t tryna fuck up my focus
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| So I been sober lately
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| Everytime I pull out my garage
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| I been gettin' pulled over lately
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| Investigations and accusations from open cases
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| Detectives nosey &racist, they get my poker face
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| (Fuck 'em)
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| Smoking 'til I’m sedated to hide my frustation
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| Shawty studying to be a nurse
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| I wonder if I’ll ever have patience
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| Can’t get comfortable with this cake
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| No, I’m never complacent
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| I’m grateful that the lord give it
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| But I know he can take it
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| Keep doing that shit you doing
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| And see where it gets you
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| Keep doing that shit you doing
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| And see where it gets you
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| Keep doing that shit you doing
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| And see where it gets you
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| Too many pictures on too many shirts
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| Now I get the picture.
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| IF YOU OUT HERE BULLSHITTIN', QUIT IT |