| Grey*59, all I see is scrubs
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| Face mean mugged
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| On a couple drugs
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| Smoke with Migo Plug
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| FTP, my blood
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| Grey the fucking gang
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| Boy, stay in your lane
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| Never high, just maintain
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| Hate this fame, hate this game
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| Take these shoes, last a day
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| Oil flowing through my veins
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| Lil Remains, that make that stang
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| Y'all look good in cellophane, mane
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| Insane, real blade, swing it through your fucking brain
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| I said fuck 'em (fuck 'em!)
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| We got a problem (what?)
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| Fuck you gonna do with it? |
| (huh?)
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| I think nada (nah)
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| Just a persona (okay), and I'm Nirvana (Cobain)
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| Poppin' xans to make you mad, I know you want some
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| Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
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| Got an ounce of the coke, white snow flurry (what?)
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| River Road shawty, Yung Christ, one chosen
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| $lick tote the AK-47, stolen, woadie joscing
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| All of y'all are over-saturating 'Preme and Bape
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| Bitch, it's FTP all fucking day, all y'all look the fucking same
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| Fuck the fame, fuck a lane
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| Bitch, I'm 'bout to swerve into the toll booth, and scrape the change
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| Bring out your dead and blamin' it on Yung Plague
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| Bitch, I pull up with the K
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| K9 by my right leg 'till I say okay
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| Canine on his hind legs, rippin' off your face
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| All I gotta say is G*59 until the grave
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| One color, two numbers
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| Three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder
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| I'm like, "Fuck the others"
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| I'ma, bring the ruckus
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| I might, fuck your bitch
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| She swears, she suffers under the covers
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| I'ma, I'ma, I'ma hellhound, hell-bound, shawty wanna die
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| I'ma sell pounds, sell pounds
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| Shawty said she might, let them bells pound, bells pound
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| Shawty wanna cry, I'm like, "Fuck it" every night
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| Keep turning black, I close my eyes |