| Still got the badge, still got the gun
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| Still got the patch, still got the stun
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| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
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| Put the Glock to my skull then I—
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| Suicide, sui—
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| Still got the badge, still got the gun
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| Still got the patch, still got the stun
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| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
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| Put the Glock to my skull then I—
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| Glock to my skull then I—
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| Glock to my skull then I—
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| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
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| Put the Glock to my skull then I—
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| Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones
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| Now's the time to say somethin’ if you wanna say somethin'
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| Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped, take ’em to the lakefront
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| And roll 'bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps
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| White lines like we in a shake junt
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| Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run
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| Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
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| Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come
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| Stain somethin', all day, Plague stuntin'
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| Ain't frontin', bitch, I’m in the back puffin’
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| Me and my cousin fucking buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in
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| Airin’ out the fuckin' room like Glade's plug-ins
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| Still got the badge, still got the gun
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| Still got the patch, still got the stun
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| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
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| Put the Glock to my skull then I—
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| Glock to my skull then I—
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| Glock to my skull then I—
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| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
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| Put the Glock to my skull then I—
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| Represent that East 59, it's a Grey thing
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| Creepin’ round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane
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| Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
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| Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain
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| Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah
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| Big gars, Xan' bars fucking up my brain, yeah
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| Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy
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| Adderall, speedballs, I might go insane, fuck
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| Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life closed to done
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| Demons climbin' on my walls in my bedroom
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| I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
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| Menace to society when I ain't medicated
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| Still got the badge, still got the gun
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| Still got the patch, still got the stun
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| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
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| Put the Glock to my skull then I—
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| Glock to my skull then I— |