| Man I’m tryin' to tell you, coming down that bellview
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| Leaned up, screened up
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| In search of the mean truth
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| Yeah I got this pimp ish in me and I got this memphis in me
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| Plus the fact that i’m cursed by remy and I couldn’t help that my father gave
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| me'
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| Good with my talking game, make some bitches stalk a man
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| Don’t speak on the gangsta man, won’t sleep if I chopped a man
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| Nah i gots to clear a nigga, I ain’t talking kill these niggas
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| But you got to feels me nigga give a brick that bill a nigga
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| Gots to mention critics who don’t listen but they pick and pigeon
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| Saying that I don’t apply myself and I can’t go distance
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| Trying to go as far but my mind don’t jar
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| Hoping my time don’t stop
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| Hoping you niggas don’t drop on my radar, but you will
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| Sometimes I think that you will ruin my career, The devil you is a lie
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| You ain’t gonna win up in here, If you’s a man
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| Hold your hands up cause I’m reaching you clear
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| Today I fully understand, I’m shedding so many tears
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| The children of this rap shit and I swear you molesters |
| No hits abandon ship, hangers drying on dressers
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| Yo they say we superstars when we falling who catch us?
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| Can’t you say God gave us callings and this music is a blessing
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| God surround me with 27 angels of protection
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| Grant me the realness, stay real project in any direction
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| As I strategize my moves watching my queen and they bishop
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| I don’t trust them nor they puns like I was wronged by they bishop
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| Yeah pat me down young nigga
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| You gone find this pistol
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| I don’t do it just for the bread
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| I love it, it’s official
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| Yeah nigga
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| Double dose nigga
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| Double dose |