| Yeah, I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid
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| Yeah, I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid
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| Hol' up, man, like, I was in the coupe switchin' lanes
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| Man, okay, like, diamonds on my neck, they be skatin'
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| Okay, like, save me from depression
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| 'cause my life got no direction
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| Split my days just like my pills and fuck it up all in my section
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| Okay, like, wake up, fucked up
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| Don’t give a fuck, like, what you want?
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| What you on? |
| Feeling numb
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| Okay, like, pressure ripped the fuckin' nerves out my brain
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| Tell me how do I maintain, a fucked up broad day
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| For certain ways, I just can’t kill me
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| And if you feel me, this the real me
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| Yeah them fuck niggas, they doubt it
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| But we flexin' for the city
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| I got the world up on my back
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| I’m right here floating off this fifty
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| Ayy, Rex, my brother, that’s my twin
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| Taking trips down memory lane
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| I wasn’t shit, you wasn’t with me
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| Ayy, I’m a dead man walkin'
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| Lord forgive me where I’m sinnin'
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| Leave a dead man walkin'
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| I’m the baron, all up in it, boy
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| I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid, yeah
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| I was in the coupe switchin' lanes, yeah
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| Diamonds on my neck, they be skatin', yeah
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| Man these niggas, they so broke, why they hate? |
| yeah
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| I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid, yeah
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| I got a hunnid fuckin' ways to get paid
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| Hol' up, man, like I was in the coupe switchin' lanes
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| Man, okay, like diamonds on my neck, they be skatin' |