| My girl fed up, but she keep giving me chances
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| Partner on his last strike, judge keep said he running out of chances
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| Back against the wall for your dawgs, sick of giving niggas chances
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| Seems like they don’t understand it, made a living taking chances
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| That lame shit gon' backfire
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| And major league’s way past the minors, entree as my appetizer
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| On my mom, my pop, my son, my brother
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| I’m Russell Westbrook with the Thunder running with a trible-double
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| Follow now nigga, I lead by example
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| You ever seen a quarter milli on a wire transfer?
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| I’m on that shit that made Ye tell Sway he ain’t got no answers
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| But Sway gon' answer when I call, that’s my dawg, on God
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| Took a lot of risk with my woes
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| You just a outsider telling inside jokes
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| I probably fucked around with every bitch I know
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| I took them chances and took advantage
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| My girl fed up, but she keep giving me chances
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| Partner on his last strike, judge keep said he running out of chances
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| Back against the wall for your dawgs, sick of giving niggas chances
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| Seems like they don’t understand it, made a living taking chances |