| Sometimes, I, when I listen back to my old shit
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| It’s like, sounds like it’s
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| It had like a little melody in it
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| Yeah, innit
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| Sounds like it’s a rain shaker
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| Hands out
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| Hands out
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| Everybody got they hands out
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| Man 'bout what man’s say
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| I got my pants down
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| Man waves, see my man slouched
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| He camped out
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| Like ten days
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| Ay-yo-yo, stay up on my damn couch
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| And make heat
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| Giving back, make it a damn house
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| And you can eat
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| So, I’m grabbin' at them hands out
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| Them same hands that been baggin' up them grams out
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| For I don’t know how long, they runnin' with they hands out
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| Hands out
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| Everybody got they hands out
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| Hands out
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| Yeah, man 'bout, man 'bout
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| What man’s say
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| But everybody got them hands out
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| Hands out
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| How you gonna look at me
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| Sayin' that you shook of me
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| Just 'cause you got hooked on me
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| Yeah, I rap though
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| Bein' a asshole, ain’t what I’m brought to be
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| I’m bugged to read
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| Broke shit I wrote to a whole group of cats
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| That cook for me
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| And the homegirls look for me
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| And they mosh for me
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| Back since apostrophe
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| Sound know
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| He came through with a wild flow
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| Every time that he talk to me
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| You sound 'bout to change, and I brought the heat
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| For an hour and change, I talked for free
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| And now you wanna talk 'bout me
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| Talk is cheap, muhfuckas can’t walk with me
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| Sayin' that I don’t give back
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| All my cats that’s tryna get it
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| Know that they 'bout to eat
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| I got cats on my couch that’s sleep
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| And if you doubt the G
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| All them cats gon' vouch for me
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| Vouch for me
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| They gon' vouch for me
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| And the cats that are 'bout, that’ll vouch for me
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| I don’t wanna get, I just wanna give
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| I don’t got the check, I just got the crib
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| I just do my best, I always did
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| Give it to the kid, so he can give it to the kid
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| Ridin' at they hands out
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| Hands out
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| Everybody got they hands out
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| Hands out
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| I’m grabbin' at they hands out
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| Hands out
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| Everybody got they hands out
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| Man 'bout what man’s say
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| Now they all got they hands out
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| But there’s nothin' I can do for you
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| Pay for my own way, you niggas sittin' around all day
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| That’s the sort of shit that you losers do
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| I’m puttin' out hard grub
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| I bet it’s somethin' that’s new to you
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| See how I shine, I wish a nigga try me
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| Man, I’ll chew him up
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| Somethin' like Juicy Fruit, ha
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| Niggas stuck to the streets
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| The money like super glue
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| From a cold place where these niggas never root for you
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| So I got me that spesh, of puttin' in wreck
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| All black, silhouette
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| Bang it, make him do a pirouette, like
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| Hands out
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| Hands out
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| Everybody got they hands out
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| Hands out
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| I’m grabbin' at they hands out
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| Hands out
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| Everybody got they hands out
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| Hands out
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| I’m grabbin' at they hands out
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| Hands out
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| Everybody got they hands out
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| Man 'bout what man’s say
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| They got they hands out
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| Hands out
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| I be grabbin' at they hands out
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| Man 'bout what man’s say
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| Yeah, it’s just
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| Grown shit, rappin', I know shit happens
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| I’m prone to action
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| I’m home, I’m labbin', I’m zoned and packin'
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| Your dome |