| I’m not full, no bread bitch, had to get it, had to rob 'em
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| I’m not for the straddles, I ain’t even got a problem
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| Fuck the weight and truth bitch I don’t like to wait at all
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| No, I don’t know what to say
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| How to feel, what you think?
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| Fuck the shit, let it sink
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| We gon' break these niggas brain
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| Finna pay me for the rest, I put more fucks through everyday
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| Acting like I gave a shit about what niggas had to say
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| You ever feel like you got too much in your head, but you don’t really say much
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| 'n' shit?
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| This is exactly what it is, you know?
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| I don’t even—
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| I don’t understand what the fuck is going on
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| I mean—I just—you know?
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| You pour so much into it until you don’t give a fuck no more
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| And that’s exactly what this is, you know?
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| Welcome to hell and this exactly what this is
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| Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome
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| We-we gon' go—
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| We gon' go deeper and its gon' get worse
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| I swear to god, it will get fucking worse
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| I’m not fucking kidding to you |