| Smoking on bushels, tobacco just fryin' my lungs
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| Taste like coal on the tongue
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| Ask me what I’m on, I’m sitting down on a mound
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| I don’t manage, but, if shawty wanna hold it down
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| This all I got, got no probation
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| I’ma drink, I hate the taste, but shit be filling
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| All the shit I’m dealing
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| Man, I’m scrapping for the feeling
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| All that goddamn drama over clout is just retarded
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| Don’t care 'bout who started, just a circus full of problems
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| They just itchin' for a fixing 'cause I got me a plate
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| Always hate, 'cause we got in early, time to close the gates
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| You got fake, but just really hurt, I hear it from ya' face
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| What’s a life without little pain? |
| Running in a race
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| I got tired, of the same thing, so I made a lane
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| It is flooded, from these plain lames, that could be a shame
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| Ears ringing, like the phone rang
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| Y’all cannot sang, nor shout
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| You need a little neuter, you just need to be tamed
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| Ming, ming, ming
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| Ming, ming, ming
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| Ming, ming, ming
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| Ming, ming, ming
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| Deal With It, ayy, you fucking Deal With It |