| I appreciate that
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| I appreciate that, only one more shot though
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| I gotta drive, I’m bein' granite in a wall for bein' realer than they try
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| I was lookin' up to God and they was lookin' up the guy
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| They was lookin' up the man, they honor word, that man a lie
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| I tell the truth though, who is this?
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| Tellin' me he got a full clip, call bullshit
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| It’s more than double X’s, I’m a straight professional
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| Legally dangerous, we steppin' out
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| Death usually creep when you tired
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| Catch you while you sleep when you tried
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| To prevent, be disguised as a weakness for some thighs
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| If 12 still hangin' at the store, I ain’t goin'
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| 'Less the bros is on blowin' cop badges off shoulders, I’m cool
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| You, niggas I cloned still on the block
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| They never owned, still gonna rock
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| They never sold niggas around
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| But listen to souls and shit
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| But if it don’t move me then I can’t condone
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| I peep part through the window in your soul
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| You just altered by your ego, you’re just an award show
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| Some of us share a problem and I’m honored
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| Keep pretending we don’t, work until I’m so broke, right
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| I was ridin' through the city, I was watchin' out for death, they was lookin'
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| at me weird
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| Probably 'cause a nigga walk, yeah he walk like he walkin' with protection on
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| the side of his leg
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| I was runnin' from the kids, they was mistakin' the dreads, they was mistakin'
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| the skin
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| For some nigga who was shootin' at the cops
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| He at least six-five and I’m only five-ten
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| You’re just an award show
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| But congrats, for foolin' us with raps
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| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol
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| Readin' through imaginary lines
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| 'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through
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| Congrats, for foolin' us with raps
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| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol
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| Readin' through imaginary lines
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| 'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through
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| Parking lot, the corner of the block
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| Where all the bummy niggas cock at shorty’s purse
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| But shorty from around, rounds under shorty’s skirt
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| That’s how she get down, she’s a gangster bitch
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| And she got me arroused
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| Blow a nigga down, literally the mouth wild
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| You’re just an award show
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| Do these gold bottles make us role models?
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| Is it winning if the hoes follow us off of the mall
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| And the kids with no fathers picture as gods
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| But the niggas on the block, they just envy us and gossip
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| Minimum wage will make you cherish your gauge
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| Insomnia all the time, you pedal how to get paid
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| And if you get a raise, it’s a graveyard
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| So my windows tinted still and it’s still on my waist
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| On that double tombstone, tryna catch an eight
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| And you might catch a wave and I’m crashing on the shore and shit
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| And rappin' like you poor again, some things never change
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| But congrats, right
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| But congrats, for foolin' us with raps
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| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol
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| Readin' through imaginary lines
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| 'bout imaginary crimes that you niggas say you went through, why
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| Congrats, for foolin' us with raps
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| About tuckin' an imaginary pistol
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| Right, right, right
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| Yeah (congrats, congrats)
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| I was ridin' through the city, I was watchin' out for death, it was lookin' at
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| me weird, yeah
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| Probably 'cause that nigga walk, yeah he walk like he walkin' with protection
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| on the side of his leg
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| Through the city, I was lookin' out for, they was lookin' at me scared
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| Man, slide through on Sunday, bro. |
| Literally, bro. |
| It’s gonna be lit on Sunday,
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| bro. |
| It really is bro. |
| I’m tellin' you this right now bro. |
| 'Cause we ridin'
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| there deep as hell too, like…
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| Hold on, hold that
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| I learned from my mother and my uncles and my brothers, no relation
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| No relation, we just hung out all the time
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| Wanted to be famous when I was a little child
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| My first label meeting was like eating off the ground
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| Every crumb right next to fire, gasoline, and dollar bill
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| You might say demeaning, I say shit make you a man
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| I think every empty stomach come with hunger and a plan
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| Depending how you bummin', nigga you already dead
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| Trouble near, we prepared
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| People 'round the corner for karma, no armor
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| Tryin' real hard to never disappear
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| 'Cause anytime someone’ll try and free your mind
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| Free your mind (moving to the exit)
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| Free your mind (I been goin' through) |
| Free your mind (hate to let it get to me this time)
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| Girl let it sit
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| All it takes to free your mind
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| Forget 'bout everything and everyone
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| He say all it really takes to finally free your mind
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| Forget 'bout everything and everyone
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| All it really take, take
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| To free your mind and forget (free your mind)
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| I just can’t be bothered with shit, today
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| All it really take, take
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| To free your mind and forget
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| I just can’t be bothered with shit, today
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| Who is this nigga approaching my section?
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| Flexing for these bitches, flashing his weapon
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| Tryna be tougher than his threads will let him
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| Skinny jeans and septum wings in niggas' noses
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| Get way more traction then them flowin' shit
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| And that’s facts, only the black man
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| Like a time bomb, and I might hard
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| You niggas, that’s for fuckin' with my page
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| I was rappin' 'bout the shade, now I’m rappin' 'bout them days
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| And how they really still ain’t came
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| I was hopin' for a raise
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| Now I’m plottin' on runnin' in niggas' places, shoes
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| Playstations, dodgin' the plantation
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| Penitentiary mindstates
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| Livin' with your mind caged
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| When we need oxygen
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| And most passing toxicants to cope, I play it cool
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| 'Cause y’all gon' follow rules to you lose
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| I ignore 'em 'cause my birthday passed
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| And I ain’t quite made it up to expectation yet
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| Oh shit, wait |