| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| View from a balcony, pool lit up blue
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| Lawn chairs next to the ice chest
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| Stuffed two grams in the blunt that we just blew
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| Now I'm getting blown by a bitch
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| Who? |
| I don't know her name
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| Gold chain hanging, got a few in the room
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| But I don't wear them out, only wear them in the house
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| 'Cause I shine so bright, I don't wanna blind you
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| Who knew Yung $now wouldn't melt in the summer? |
| It's true
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| Cold as a polar bear
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| Chilling with Stunna and $lick, I'm surrounded by tulips
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| Got me 'bout two clips
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| Got me 'bout two scripts filled up with Oxy
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| Smoke hovers all around my fucking body
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| I murdered this bitch named Oddy, yeah, I shot him
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| $lick got the shovels, and we digging all night
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| Pouya in the Caddy
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| Told him, "shine the light bright" 'cause I'm digging in darkness
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| What was a good day has turned into the usual
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| Back in all black like a funeral
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| Runnin' from the cops through the motherfucking 7th
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| Six bodies dropped, and nobody went to heaven
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| Block stay hot when I'm creeping with the weapon
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| Gotta keep the pills in me all because of my depression
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| City of the crescent, riding with a Smith and Wesson
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| Got a motherfucker guessing when I hit 'em with the blessing
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| Two shots to the dome, six shots in the chrome
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| All shot through your home, now that’s a crime zone
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| $-U-I-C-I-D-E, $carecrow creepin' with Uzi
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| Lucifer, please come save me, throw crucifixes at my feet
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| Walking through the depths of hell, watchin' as the oceans swell
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| Grey*59, that's Los Cartel
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| Nothing but death in every cell
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| Yuh, she too deep in the flask
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| Drinking and thinking gonna lead to a bad decision
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| Déjà vu, I've been through it with you
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| Multiple times on many occasions
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| Contemplating vacating without you, I doubt you the one
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| I could be wrong; |
| I could be sprung; |
| I could be dumb
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| I could be dumbfounded, well-rounded
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| Plus the head game therapeutic
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| She knew that she blew it like Nintendo, you heard me
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| Some of y'all better curve me, my dick game army strong
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| My only hope is my song go on for long
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| This life ain't promised whether you accomplished
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| What you think about inside of yo apartment
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| You working for nothing you worthless, bitch
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| Yuh
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| When you come home, I'll stop this
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| When you come home, I'll stop this |