| Yeah, I woke up this morning, oh how fortunate
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| I worked too hard to make it out the bottom, I can’t let you force me back
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| Try my damndest to listen to y’all, but there’s gotta be more to rap
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| I mean I hear half the shit you niggas spit, but I can’t find a fact
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| Silly me to have faith in you
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| I must admit, you had me fooled
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| I thought niggas really meant the shit that they say
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| I obviously had no clue
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| Here I am faced with a fan with some sort of attitude
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| Pissed at me 'cause I don’t agree with pictures at my daughter’s school
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| Back in 2010, a car full of fans decided they’d follow me home
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| Very next day, I went and put two percent tints on everything I own
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| I had my son and my niece in the car, I had that Carbon-15 in the car
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| I’m 'bout to let that bitch burn if they take the next turn, don’t know who the
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| fuck these people are
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| I don’t know what the fuck they think this is
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| Think they gon' do me in front of my kid
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| I was straight paranoid out of my mind
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| I was gon' bust and let nobody live
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| I was gon' clear that bitch out
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| See where I’m from you don’t let 'em get the drop on you
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| I was gon' shoot 'til I peeped they was throwin' up E’s and playing my shit
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| from YouTube
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| You know a bullet ain’t got no name
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| And nowadays niggas don’t fear that chrome
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| I think them niggas never had to hear that song
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| Devin said gangsters don’t live that long
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| Their attitude like they got a lot to prove
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| Not much to gain but a lot to lose
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| In the hood their diplomas getting swapped for tools
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| Now all I see is death when I watch the news
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| Cops killing niggas unarmed, no motive
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| Locking niggas up just to meet their quota
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| Everybody high, ain’t no more sober
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| Pop pills, snort pot, and codeine their soda
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| Revelation last days, man it’s almost over
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| Niggas dressing like women, purse on they shoulder
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| Streets got a lot hotter, niggas' heart got colder
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| Got to keep the grass low so I can watch them cobras
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| The good die young, barely out their strollers
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| Babies having babies like y’all ain’t notice
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| Short attention span so y’all ain’t focused
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| The new generation looks so damn hopeless
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| Girls wanna be hoes, ain’t no more Oprahs
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| Now the game over, ain’t no more token
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| Signs of the times, man that’s what woke us
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| We don’t stick together man, that’s what broke us
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| Niggas hate niggas like they in the Klan
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| I guess Usher ain’t the only nigga got it bad
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| Only way a nigga listen 'less you got a bag
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| Fellas can’t get a job 'cause he got a pass
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| Niggas living on the Gram like he paying rent
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| Fronting for an app, man they gotta brag
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| Message got her self-conscious 'bout the way she look
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| Now she flying out the country just to get her ass
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| I swear this world so
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| Crazy, ain’t it man
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| I was just thinking the same thing
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| These niggas think selling dope is cool
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| We did that shit just to maintain
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| And we didn’t take pictures, the game changed
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| Do it for the Gram my nigga
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| That’s between you and Uncle Sam my nigga
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| Got a plug, you the man, well the whole time you payin' my nigga
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| Might as well stamp that, vouched for you so many times
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| Who you think they ran it by nigga?
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| Had a lot of love for you, right now none at all
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| Really I been planning how to kill you with kindness
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| Just want to remind you I’m grinding
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| When shit don’t go right I just blame it on timing
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| When you don’t get your way it’s Jermaine every time
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| I’ma give you what I owe you, pay you no mind
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| Invoices all in my inbox
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| And I’m hearing voices every time the call drop
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| They done run a nigga hot with the small talk
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| 'Bout to get another spot 'fore the ball drop
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| You don’t find out how they feel 'til you fall out
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| I was tryna keep it real, that’s what you thought about me?
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| I can do better by myself, I’m better off without you
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| Comments in my mentions, I continue counting
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| Y’all wanna hear something crazy? |
| I love every nigga that hate me
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| I thank everyone that betrayed me
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| Did I forgive 'em? |
| maybe
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| I feel a lil better ever since I scribbled this shit on this paper
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| Fuck it, I’m fresh out of favors
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| Fuck this shit Kevin, just save it (GhettOut)
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| That’s all, that’s my job, huh, that’s my job
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| And I usually don’t hear it with people
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| 'Cause like I told you before
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| My mama hear the shit I be sayin', she call the police on me, huh
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| And so that’s what I’m telling you now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stir Crazy , by - Starlito. Song from the album Starlito's Way 4: GhettOut, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп