| Feign Submission
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| Any time I pull the hammer out, it’s usually Glock
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| It’s usually cocked, it’s usually for shooting at cops
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| I’d like to say I’m sober, but I’m usually not
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| Usually at the bar with bitches, they salute me a lot
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| And they like to argue whether they a groupie or not
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| Tell me that they intellectual and school me a lot
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| Listen bitch, I ain’t sayin' if you stupid or not
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| You just barkin' up the wrong tree, move it or stop
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| I was reading Nabokov, while you was groovin' to pop
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| I was selling nickel bags and was a student of Pac
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| I was watching Kubrick movies, I was shootin' a lot
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| Had to lie to my mama, wasn’t truthful a lot
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| You was stupid, thought a Bud deuce-deuce was a lot
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| And I never thought a whole bottle of Goose was a lot
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| You decide if I’m drunk or that I’m lucid or not
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| I just know that I’m smarter than you, and the proof in the pot |