| Aye
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| Everything ain’t what we know now
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| Been alive but my brain feeling low down
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| Trying to keep shit afloat
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| Hope I don’t drown
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| We gon get through it all baby don’t frown
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| Disturbing the peace when I smoke loud
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| Twenty niggas deep when we roll out
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| Leaving my thoughts in the kush cloud
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| Still serving big boss for the low now
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| Gotta get my partner out the cells
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| Made a deal with the devil back in hell
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| See y’all might trip but never fail
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| I deal with my demons very well
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| And I ain’t dwelling on no bull shit
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| Sharper than a swordsman
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| Fuck who am I in war with
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| Knocking down your door bitch
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| I would wish a nigga would
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| If I found a genie in a bottle
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| I’d be feeling hostile I might smash a model if the head good
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| Like the basic bitches back in this wood
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| Acting boujie but you drinking barefoot
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| I don’t really want your input
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| Leave you floating like some drift wood
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| Then you’ll never see me like I’m big foot
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| They praising me like I’m the pope
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| Coat like I be giving them hope
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| Red beam hit that ass with a scope
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| Leaving stains you can’t clean with the soap
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| Plotting on me that’s a slippery slope
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| You niggas blue like the lines of the coupe
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| Pussy niggas never wanted to smoke
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| We got the Virus and the antidote
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| Nigga |