| It’s the most wanted
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| Most hated
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| Most haunted
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| Boys that paid the cost
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| Slowly dying but I’m flossing
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| Looking good, ain’t he?
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| Boy bounced back from the dead
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| My business still shady
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| I still tip toe on the ledge
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| That shit ain’t ever changing
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| I take my chance riding dirty while speeding
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| Lane swanging
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| I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking
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| My gun that’s holding a 30 that got his legs shaking
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| Meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masterbating
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| Slowly crawling out the dirt
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| When it comes to death I like to flirt
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| My hills have eyes and a smirk
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| My cause got blues and he got that syrup, boy
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| If I keep it up, all these 30s are gonna kill me before I’m thirty
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| Another day wasted up my nose and it’s still early
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| Don’t you worry
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| I’m always in a hurry so I copped a foreign coupe
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| Slidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon
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| Snort another blue
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| Now I’m feeling sorta blue
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| Nothing new
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| One of the chosen few
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| The rest of y’all give him some room
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| It’s best if y’all didn’t assume that he is destined for imminent doom
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| Unless he is ready to get in the tomb
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| Ruby such a bum but he make it look good
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| Trunk in the front
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| Yeah, that’s what’s under the hood
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| Talking' all this shit, man, I wish ya’ll really would
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| Another million plays, man, I wish ya’ll really could |