| Have you seen your friends turn to snakes
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| Then transform into rats
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| While running through the jungle
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| I can tell you all bout that
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| Let’s get this straight, I’m way above all this hate
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| I’m in my lane, I’m circling with no breaks
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| And no blinkers, my team still running, gunning
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| Still hungry, you think that you can sink us, think us
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| Windex clean, no way I’m gonna see the clinker
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| And if I’m dirty, you think that you can link us, think of
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| Another format, informant, I’m not your doormat
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| I hear clicking on my phone jack, no call backs
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| The phone zap, matter fact, yo, I know it’s taped
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| Matter fact, didn’t you just catch a case
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| You in my face, acting like you high as fuck
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| Gucci belt, showing out, man, you wired up
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| Let’s tie this up, the God got to live this out
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| I’m in the rut, but my gut’s never giving out
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| I’m in the moment, staring at the hear and now
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| Can’t tear me down, I’m living like a righteous child
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| I had these thoughts, knew I had to write them down
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| No sun rays, I live this shit underground
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| The devil’s back, he’s mad at my lifestyle
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| Handle my hardware, always had to earn my keep
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| Money and friendship, always had to turn the beef
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| Behind my back, you should of had your words with me
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| But talk is cheap, acting like you own the streets
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| You wan’t beef, but all I’m doing is trynna eat
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| But we was mans, plans, million dollar scams
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| Now June 24th, you lying on the fucking stand
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| The judge slammed the hammer, and grand jury glamour
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| Now it’s club fed education in the Alabama
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| I ask myself, should I put down the hammer
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| These blood sucking vampires always coming atcha
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| Leechers on my back, bottom feeders, body snatchers
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| Savages, in pursuit of happiness
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| My wife want half of this, oh, she’s trynna jam me up
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| You won’t get half of this, sorry, dear, no tummy tuck
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| I ask myself, for the fame, for the bucks
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| Now ask myself man, aww, she’s just star struck
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| I tricked on Timbs, had flicks of her
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| My best man creeping on the Western, spotted in the west end |