| Yuh
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| Holy hell, holy grail
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| What they say, you walking blind?
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| I know my hands, I know yours, say you feel
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| It’s all bread, can’t tell
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| Aye
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| Shout out to 'Chemist, salute every nigga
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| I know that passed on, we here twisting
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| All of this venom passed on, word to the wise
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| Slow written songs
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| Blow kisses, they Lord souls, remember taking too long
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| But all this fly take time, mindset for the niggas
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| Looked bad, she was right
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| Half on the line, blocking progress
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| Seeing shit on the screen, dead faces, ain’t none of em green
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| Lord what I need, might drive me a
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| Hustle, repeat
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| Dragging my feet, hell on my back
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| Folks stare on my head
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| Stress stay on my back, need a few pretty 'Lacs
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| Niggas ride and switch, all these knives in my back
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| Look how he bleeding
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| Look at him sideways, they got me like Dede
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| Crazy bitch next Friday, baby Dee head ass nigga
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| I ain’t know, truth told
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| Eye to eye, devil’s staring me back
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| Time running laps
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| All contact, take care of that
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| Niggas tapped in, I’m with my partner dem
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| Was on the block with them, learned how to size in
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| Feeling that size 10, can’t walk in heels
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| Tighten up
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| Tighten up
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| Tighten up |