| I’m very proud of you
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| 315 we doin' this shit, we gon' change the world
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| Proud of you, motherfucker
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| Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
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| Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
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| I don’t want your goddamn apology
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| Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
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| Put the blame on me
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| Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
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| Motel 6 feet below
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| Spent it on a chain and designer clothes
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| Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
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| I spent it on my old friends
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| Never mix business with emotions, uh
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| Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest, uh
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| Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
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| Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman
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| Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah, yeah
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| Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
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| Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
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| I don’t want your goddamn apology
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| Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
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| Everybody kept callin', I had to change my line
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| Don’t ask how I’m doin' 'cause I’m doin' just fine
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| Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine
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| Goin' through withdrawals, I got money on my mind
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| Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, stack that, stack that
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| Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
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| Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
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| I don’t want your goddamn apology
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| Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
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| Things ran dry, no blood to bleed
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| Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
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| I don’t want your goddamn apology
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| Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| (One, two)
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| (One, two, three, go)
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| Get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch
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| I’ma come back hard and write on my wrist
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| No more handouts, I ain’t givin' shit
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| Suck my dick |