| Ay, look, yeah
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| Where did my time go? |
| I let it fly
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| Spending time tryna find em and y’all niggas the right flow
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| I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
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| My slight fo’s just talk dirty, I clean em up
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| Money I make em buck, trust they seen enough
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| Lust will have you slippin', love will have you stuck
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| From where they praise, bitches is artificially dumb
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| Politicians be stuntin', most of them niggas stumped
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| Roll a Swisher, let’s move it, my position improving
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| Not to mention I adventured into a cooler unit
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| Moving in unison, used to be such a hooligan
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| But now I’m on a roll, I think I’m Patches O’Houlihan
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| Ben Stiller, «Zoolander», same face
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| Bars change a nigga life, nigga scared straight
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| Jordan 8, strapped up, blasting out some backyard
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| Backwoods in my ashtray, I’m happier when high and drunk
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| Baby I’m in the zone, lately been writing poems
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| Can’t put my soul in this bullshit music that y’all condone
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| Motherfuck it, I’ma count all these duckets
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| I’ma keep my integrity, y’all can keep all y’all budgets
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| Buzz it, like my very first day in here
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| Laying here, laying here all in your lady ear
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| Mercedes rear view, that’s where today appears
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| I’m past present, you lightyears behind here
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| Wale
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| Rolling while I’m blowing this stash
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| Got my foot on the gas, drop top on this thang
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| And the moon looking beautiful as ever
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| City lights got me on another level
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| Feeling live tonight
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| We’re running wild tonight
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| They can never hold, me, down
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| Cause I’m running wild
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| They Larry Davis me and said I tried to kill a cop
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| Picture that and they ain’t fire not a single shot
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| They said I’m guilty, I ain’t get a chance to say I’m not
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| Bail was a quarter mil', they put me in the box
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| Hah, dead broke tryna get a bail
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| Calling niggas really knowing they don’t give a hell
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| But I ain’t give a fuck cause I ain’t trying sit in jail
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| They giving niggas letters here and they ain’t sending mail
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| I’m talking life sentence, forever nice pendent
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| This shit right here will turn a man to a mice nigga
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| This shit right here will turn a killer to a nice nigga
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| Cold cell, lock down like a vice gripper
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| Lead by my strategy, winning I do sporadically
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| Try attacking me, automatic shoot automatically
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| City backing me, headed for it, no looking back at me
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| Lyrical assult, they charge me without the battery
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| Hah, running rebel on another level
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| Like the Olympics, these youngins just want another metal
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| They say to get a hundred mil' you must become the devil
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| If you believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever
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| Young and dumb, or even old and stupid
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| I put my faith in God, never try, I just do it
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| Niggas be down for the moment, they ain’t for the movement
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| My nigga Rozay put me on the tour cause I am music
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| Rolling while I’m blowing this stash
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| Got my foot on the gas, drop top on this thang
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| And the moon looking beautiful as ever
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| City lights got me on another level
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| Feeling live tonight
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| We’re running wild tonight
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| They can never hold, me, down
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| Cause I’m running wild
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| I ain’t never been a dreamer, or fascinated by a Beamer
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| Or none of those funny floats niggas gloat in
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| I keep it classic in that metal frame box I smoke in
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| And push through the milk on a slow bend
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| With my kin that I came in with
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| Blue Collar Gang, we slang that ish
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| The script stuck to it, hustle like we ain’t gain ish
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| Never lookin for a handout, ain’t my language
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| I work hard for everything I get, and keep a tight grip for everyone
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| Waiting on the day I slay, a rebel though
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| I don’t hold my lips
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| They say I talk like I’m god body, Bob Marley, Marvin and Marcus
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| And since I skipped over puddles
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| They tryna throw me where sharks is, but I’m a well of inspiration
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| A wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation
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| All bets on 'em, double MG, tell my foes I ain’t left on em
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| Rolling while I’m blowing this stash
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| Got my foot on the gas, drop top on this thang
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| And the moon looking beautiful as ever
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| City lights got me on another level
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| Feeling live tonight
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| We’re running wild tonight
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| They can never hold, me, down
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| Cause I’m running wild
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| Maybach Music |