| I popped out like titties in a catfight
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| It’s time to get acquainted to the fast life
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| Dumb niggas get left like a voicemail
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| So I could give a fuck what your cash like
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| That’s right, I’m so different I might Act right
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| Rolling like the wheels on a halfpipe
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| Headed to shoot up your school campus
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| And rush to your temple and pop the Rabbi
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| Don’t get your panties in a bunch — Brady
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| Lately I’ve been having a hunch
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| My nigga is talking about me behind my back (Damn)
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| How you gon' do me like that? |
| (Look)
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| I learned that loyalty is rare
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| And most niggas can’t afford it (Yep)
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| You attained a little success and assumed your best friend wants a portion (No)
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| See I don’t need a handout when I standout all by myself
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| And when I do help, I expect nothing in return
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| Motherfucker, it’s just how I’m built
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| No shame on the shelf is left
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| I’mma feed these niggas
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| My mouth is a chopper, boy, and I’mma squeeze that trigger
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| Anybody can get it
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| I ain’t talking to anybody specific
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| Your mom and dad, or the team that’s with ya
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| Motivated by the love, inspired by the hate
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| Gossiping is futile cause it doesn’t change a thing
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| Addicted to the feel, attracted to the chase
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| I’m rushing to the top, I’ll meet you at the block (Yep)
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| Say it louder
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| Flow so sweet, make a nigga turn sour
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| Patch kids, we active and we on it
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| It took a little while, but I’m commin'
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| Open wide and I’mma feed you
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| When you talk that shit, don’t be surprised what it leads to
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| Nobody’s here to compromise or please you and truth be told, dumb niggas,
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| we don’t need to
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| I’m in the lane by my lonely, still movin'
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| Not affected by the phonies, still movin'
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| Making it right with my homies, still movin'
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| Zoom in, nigga, come and take a look at it
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| Now zoom in and take a look at it
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| It’s been a minute since I left, but I’m still at it
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| Still a savage, just had to kick a couple habits
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| Now niggas straight-jacket
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| Insane with the flow, bitch
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| On the grind, working both shifts
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| I’m the one, yeah, no shit
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| «I heard FV was in my city and I’m staring at the flier
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| And all I see is Hop and Dizzy, I wonder why no SwizZz»
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| Well, I’ve been dwelling on the same thing
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| Contemplating my motive and what the fame brings
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| Family drama made it difficult to maintain
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| Tired of my dad tripping, urging me to change lanes (Fuck)
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| He’s telling me I shouldn’t have left school
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| I ain’t cut out to be a rapper (Yep)
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| Plus I only have a year and a half left, I should go back and get my Bachelor’s
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| Now thanks for the input, but I been put here to carry out a motherfucking
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| vision
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| I know you’re concerned and your worry created doubt
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| I hear you but I refuse to listen
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| LISTEN! |
| I’m itchin' to get involved, overlooked and underrated, ready to
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| kill’em all
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| Obligated to the fans who waited, anticipating, remain impatient for me to get
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| my shit together and release a damn song
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| Wrong, I’m right were I belong (Where's that?)
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| Heavenly pot, whose kush inside the bong
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| Trouble on my mind, got the world in my palm
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| Ink spilling on the page, lettin' life correspond
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| I’m still moving, I’m still romping (Yep)
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| I’m still the loony nigga, shit talking (Yep)
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| I still got three Z’s on the name ho
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| And still reppin' the West, in case you ain’t know |