| It’s still a Chevrolet in the driveway, still doing shit my way
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| On the highway, on a Friday, high fade leaning sideway with some high grade for
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| the migraine
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| Tryna find shade with my eyes laid, stayed down when the crime paid,
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| it’s hate now and my mind’s made, we straight now but it’s light change
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| Got money now so I might change, hit targets with the right range
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| Handled mine when the time came, I skate slide through the time frame
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| You dickride to come find fame, I’mma get mine through the prime game
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| It’s gang gang til that thang rang, it go bang bang, they hang around to attain
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| fame, made rounds with the same name, I stayed down with the same game,
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| they hate now cause I ain’t change
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| Yeah, and I maintain and stay the fuck away from this fake game
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| In school I was never cool with following the leader, I just went and made
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| another route myself I’m getting teams to beat 'em I’m the alpha male but then
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| I started seeing cracks of they outer shell
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| I smelled weed and I figured it loud as hell til out of nowhere their eyes get
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| gouged out with a #2 pencil I got 'em right before they sound the bell,
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| ain’t nobody gonna try me now |