| Motions run deep
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| Eyes my demise
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| Lies on the lies
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| Just to get a rise
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| Keep the purple, it all up in social
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| Having a milli thighs
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| Rise throwing up my vibe
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| I been loud at nine
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| Time
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| You post online now you won’t resign
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| These words, these words’ll have you in a bind
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| I’m riding, I done got ghost
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| Ride out (Ride out)
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| Ride out. |
| hoe
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| Be careful of the words that people say
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| Becomes a wedge between us
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| You can’t redeem us
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| Said the choice is all you make
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| Gotta learn from your mistake
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| Never should have came out of your mouth
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| In this world, we been living, we been living
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| In this world, we been living, we been living like
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| Ohhhhh
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| In this little world, we been living like
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| Ohhhhh
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| Envy and greed in the middle like
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| Go secure the bag, I was living life
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| Wanna do you bad then they minimize
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| Ohhhhh
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| Wanna do you bad then they minimize
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| I only look as good as the money made me
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| I only go as far as I let you take me
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| Krizz in his feelings any given day
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| I say fuck everybody, that ain’t the thing to say
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| See I’m needy though, pockets staying meaty though
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| Are you charging the girls or am I shooting off your pinky toe
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| Girlies used to call me rock of Gibraltar
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| Used to plot the twat hot thoughts that made me stop at the altar
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| That’s what they used to say 'bout little old me
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| Had 'em in fiddle well when I was little they try to pin it on me
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| But I rise like the sun up
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| Money in me gun up
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| But I backpedal 'cause I pack the metal
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| Nigga shut the fuck up
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| Be careful of the words that people say
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| Becomes a wedge between us
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| You can’t redeem us
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| Said the choice is all you make
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| Gotta learn from your mistakes
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| Never should have came out of your mouth
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| Got me feeling like
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| Ohhhhh
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| In this little world, we been living like
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| Ohhhhh
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| Envy and greed in the middle like
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| Go secure the bag, I was living life
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| Wanna do you bad then they minimize
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| Ohhhhh
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| Wanna do you bad then they minimize
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| (Who) Said I lost it
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| (You) When I spit raw shit
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| (True) Sin agnostic
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| (Few) This hymn is god’s grip
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| On your esophagus we sock a trick in the oculus
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| When he rock it be populous
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| When he gassin' better call E. Brockovich
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| His mouth, it spits doubt
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| Then I flipped out on the sick route
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| Now it’s tits out
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| Like a chick when you rippin' a bitch blouse
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| Norm niggas born rigid
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| But the N9na's (what?) Korn wicked
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| How you gonna say that a nigga lost it when I was
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| (What?) born with it
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| I take it back Tech
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| Why play with rap’s best
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| I make it fly, basic guys, they can have debt
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| I cash checks on the regular
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| Tech is high as nebula
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| So bust a route, doubt it
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| Should never came out your fucking mouth
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| Ohhhhh
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| In this little world, we been living like
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| Ohhhhh
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| Envy and greed in the middle like
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| Supposed to get a bag, I was living life
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| Wanna do you bad then they minimize
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| Ohhhhh
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| Wanna do you bad then they minimize |