| Yeah, talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice, I been in my bag
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| Paranoid, I got PTSD, thirty in my mag
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| I came from rags to riches, I ain’t tryna go back to the rags
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| My new lil' bitch been tripping, I ain’t really tryna be no dad
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| I thought you seen it in me, I’m a star
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| Won’t switch the wrap, a nigga switched the car
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| I left the Earth and ended up on Mars, that mean
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| I’m sitting next to the stars
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| I thought you seen it on me, I got scars
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| Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
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| But I still won’t see no bars
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| I never knew tears was what it cost
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| I got a bad bitch but don’t need her
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| I got a bad bitch but’ll leave her
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| I hang with bakers like Anita
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| And I had some bad dreams 'bout the reaper
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| I just rock Off-White, not Adidas
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| I just might Off-White my tuxedo
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| These niggas act, Danny DeVito
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| I know she a freak bitch with the Speedo, I’m givin' her
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| I’m tryna run up them dividends
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| She lost her mind if she think I’m gon' give her some
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| Say she a fish in the pond, I’m a bigger one
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| It don’t take shit to go get a gun
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| I made it out, I was just with the little one
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| How you an activist and you ain’t did enough?
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| Pray to God 'bout my life then I live it up (Live it up, live it up)
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| Yeah, talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice
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| I been in my bag (I been in my bag)
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| Paranoid, I got PTSD, thirty in my mag (Thirty in my mag)
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| I came from rags to riches, I ain’t tryna go back to the rags (Back, back, back)
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| My new lil' bitch been tripping, I ain’t really tryna be no dad
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| I thought you seen it in me, I’m a star
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| Won’t switch the wrap, a nigga switched the car
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| I left the Earth and ended up on Mars
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| That mean I’m sitting next to the stars
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| I thought you seen it on me, I got scars
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| Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
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| But I still won’t see no bars
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| I never knew tears was what it cost
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| I hit it one time with no cutter
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| Switchin' bitches like switching whips, nigga fuckin'
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| See me with another bitch, I’m up to something
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| See you with the opps, we catch 'em, get to dumpin', he in the past
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| I put lil' bro and n’em on his ass
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| Cartier, thought this would be my last
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| Took a year, ran it up, and I did it fast
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| I put the losses with the wins
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| Introduced bosses to my friends
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| Introduced friends to the bosses so we all could be bosses at the end
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| Took the bitch from a seven, turned her to a ten
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| Now the bitch want a big bag with no glint
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| I knew the world was fucked, I fucked a stripper bitch
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| Seen the condom pop and then she grinned, damn
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| Yeah, talk to me nice or don’t talk to me twice, I been in my bag (In my bag)
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| Paranoid, I got PTSD, thirty in my mag
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| I came from rags to riches, I ain’t tryna go back to the rags
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| My new lil' bitch been tripping, I ain’t really tryna be no dad
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| I thought you seen it in me, I’m a star
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| Won’t switch the wrap, a nigga switched the car
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| I left the Earth and ended up on Mars, that mean I’m sitting next to the stars
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| I thought you seen it on me, I got scars
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| Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six but I still won’t see no bars
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| I never knew tears was what it cost |